wood and bone

These ghosts you live with are wood and bone
The raw smoke they breathe now is black and blown
Fire fill the swords of air
There's a woman that's dying to share
All the sparrows of other galaxies
Lost their wooden bone boats to the stars of sea.

And who wouldn't want to lose the grip
On black holes that stick to sinking ships
Animals grin friendly fur
All gentle souls will meet you where
No troubles boil within the sword of fire air.

And gilded coats will burn
in the fire where we still turn
in winds of changing arctic yearning
and filled with floating ice
the fires will slay and slice
the heavy hands of all the men who once not knew.
the heavy hands of men who once knew less and less.