Mihcacocone
the end began with the whispers
from the mouths of the delirious
listen, listen!
their tongues inverted and turned to sludge
and their teeth bled onto the stone
the trees close their ears
they do not want to listen
to the bones being ground up
the moon opens its eyes to watch
as the children below
grow wings and fly into the sun
from the mouths of the delirious
listen, listen!
their tongues inverted and turned to sludge
and their teeth bled onto the stone
the trees close their ears
they do not want to listen
to the bones being ground up
the moon opens its eyes to watch
as the children below
grow wings and fly into the sun