silphium - richard dawson & circle lyrics
merchants of cyrene
close your palms
on the last remaining place
a sprig of silphium grows *
the silvery cold of a coinface
the boats have all vanished from the slimey harbourwalls
apollonia emptied to reveal all
how we are lost
bowed to the hearthlight
telling our girls why we’ll have to be leaving
fat teardrops roll
off the bluffs of our cheekbones
orangey globes
spent with a hiss on the dying coals
no more sap of laserwort to grate
over braised flamingo hearts
or render into a salve
to purge the uterus lining
nothing left to sprinkle on the boiled brains of sheep
other than this cheap asafoetidia
how we are lost
loading the oxcart
with a halfmoon
filled of our meagre possession
tying it fast
with twine from my uncle’s shop
and now i must wake the girls
darlings, quick to the courtyard
how we are lost
scrolling the highway
leaving behind the only home we have ever known
lamp on a pole
eyes glued to the bouldered road
in my mouth a moth goes and instantly perishes
halting the cart
i stop to listen
cows in the dark
bells at the edge of the ocean
mingle with snores *
a child sleeping in my earhole
i feel alive
how we are lost in each other
merchants of cyrene that you hold *
let them go
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