bleeding green from salt crust by Pyper

I saw the moon sitting small on your shoulder
shading grey, shading small on your shoulder

I saw your stone saw you carve it in glory
God’s own thumb saw you carving your story

I saw my hands saw them quaking in aspen
bleeding green they were shaking like aspen

Tear the bark and dig straight to the root
quaking aspen split straight to the root

I saw the moon saw it bleed from your shoulder
blood in the room saw it bleed from your shoulder

Tail and two ears carved out in the shadow
rabbit on the moon a turning shadow

I saw my branch saw it reach out to meet you
blood on our hands and I’ll reach out to meet you

• Alternative
• chamber
• etherial
• modern classical
• mormonism
• Berkeley