Cloak and dagger
The world is fried
In the glut of oil
That we found inside
Stare down the field
Where the weevil creeps
Sine wave of bug song
Summer beat keeps
How many ways
Can this long march end?
Dying up north
Like the Grizzly Man
Or face down in sand where
Camel spiders mate
Your debt’s all paid
Now we clean the slate
Even beetles listen
When the calm rolls in
Fireflies flush with
Luciferin
Starlight shines
On the mucus trail
Kneel down and
Worship the silence
