They put forth in pegs of light
And rights of gray paper ladderlined
And lists mouthworders’ footfalls
And chemicals cut orange and red
Blood of birth periodic blood even blood of death
Okay
But this acrid entrance
Metal shield and three-pronged sword
Pierce a dart so nigh to your heart
Your warble would be in vain
Pray for us Mother Mercy
Soul before soul
If you who know not nor need not know
Know us not insignificant