Fox

Weep,

Weep and wipe the raindrops tears from your eyes,

Salt, the sea has come from inside,

The earthly heart, the sinew and bone,

Inside it’s hallow is our home,

The den, dug down, keeps us cool,

From the blazing sons of the fleshy ghouls,

Outside, with their fire in bottles,

The cure’s is theirs and their fathers.

War, fighting, disease and strife,

Here, in the den we have none in our life,

The den keeps us cool and safe, free from strife ,

So we watch the end, of the flesh of men.

Staying safe in our deep den,

weeping.