Beetle Rock

Take a bath to save your dead

Grieve the spirits, and shave your head

Joke with a minotaur, waving red

Breathe under water while sleeping

These are the portals of all things strange

Places nursery rhymes go to mange

Fire your mockeries down the range

Only dance in the fires now leaping

Follow the Butterfly to Eden’s sword

Fight the Daemons to prove who’s Lord

Make your testimonies one accord

Only blink not the trees who are weeping

Find the tomb where Christ was laid

Study the Sun which in Heaven was staid

Go to Volcanoes where children played

and watch how the mercury’s seeping

Smell the Earth as it flattens out

Bribe your Doctors inflamed with Gout

Sketch your Salvation, and work it out

While the evils of men they are steeping

Count the minutes till aliens land

Ride the canyons where dinosaurs stand

Call the Vatican, make your demand

The sandbeats of time they are creeping

Scour the Scriptures to find your face

Ask what’s inside the human race

Shake fists at Heaven and be disgrace

For the Sickles of Time they are reaping.

Drink the water in Tutankham’s tomb

Lap the lifeblood from Mary’s womb

Dream every dream while you hide in your room

But the Bathyscaphe lights they are deeping

So settle down and close your eyes

Take your hands away from your thighs

Allow your life to be trimmed to size

For the dust of our days it is sweeping.