“They say we need the law to keep us entertained/While their talons rip our precious meat./So dire and so pious as they lay us out,/Good enough for God himself to eat….”
Pouring out in portions of accomplished peace
glorious images of her face
Her son sang the fragments of the broken songs
From the depths of the Lascaux caves
The first soul, the first soul,
The first soul was a woman in the unformed seas
The first soul, the first soul,
Pouring out in portions of accomplished peace
They say we need the law to keep us entertained
While their talons rip our precious meat
So dire and so pious as they lay us out
Good enough for God himself to eat
The first soul, the first soul,
The first soul was a woman in the unformed seas
The first soul, the first soul,
Pouring out in portions of accomplished peace
What you conceal behind honest doors —
parchments, origins and hours —
will never be recovered by your wounded name
that died in the trampled flowers
The first soul, the first soul,
The first soul was a woman in the unformed seas
The first soul, the first soul,
Pouring out in portions of accomplished peace
©2016 by Chris Floyd