Red Sun No. 5 - Owen Pallett

I’d been living through days

Carrying no burden

But the shit of cattle

And my resignation

Until the sun rose crimson

Crept across my limbs and

I saw that they were earthen

That they decay and worsen

And from my ginger chest, there

Came the sound of thunder

I am not a father

I am not a farmer

I tremble to speak of it

Held her in my arms and

Pressed her to my heart and

Pressed my hand o’er her lips

I murmured words of his love

I will be his baron

With him I have an ending

With him I have completion

And the cover of night