My body is a temple by the river, a crypt of flesh turned to stone.
A gate wide open, a safeguard to the heavens.
Trodden, sheltering heart.
A granary: all husk, all animal feed.
A shallow urn overflowing
With bile and honey, embalming pride
green and glowing, marrow and wine
With penitent, flaming hearts
over the fields sowed with salt
My flowing body drinks from the marshes and the solace of song
And the grazing animals feed on the roots below the mud in my banks
My flowing body between the reeds that drone the chanters of men
And my body is not enough, my body is not enough
My body by the temple is a river, a house of red clay and straw
Other lyrics by Maud The Moth:
A temple by the river
My body is a temple by the river, a crypt of flesh turned to stone. A gate wide open, a safeguard to the heavens. Trodden, sheltering heart. A granary: all husk, all …
Burial of the patriarchs
Ringless left and burdened right. One steers the oar. One stokes the fire. Word and flame incarnate. A heavy crown. A mouth to feed. A dog to guard the house. Shame spins …
Canto de enramada
Fuera de si, se adentró en el cuerpo de las dos. Sarmiento envenenado Y la acequia ahoga la vid Peste negra en la raíz. Simiente que se ha echado a perder.
Despeñaperros
A trail of pelts and broken bones And friendships with the drowning Swallows diving in a pool of sorrow Imperfect to the eyes of god And through these walls turned sinew …
Exuviae
The sky splits like spoilt milk while all rests asleep an eye always open uprooted antiques But inside me there’s a crack where the light can never reach Inside me …