They came down for a reckoning

They came down for the feast

They came in the first full flush of youth

To the cold and mordant east

They came down for a reckoning

They came in from the heat

They came down in the flush of youth

Most days we get more or less what we desire

Skeletons try to warm themselves by the fire

Around a simple spark masses gather

Troy redeemed in straw silk and leather

They came up from the coastline

Devoured by their host

Knelt down in the oil sands

Lashed themselves to a post

Poets should neither be given money nor money taken from

An interest in the baser things never does become them

A song is a pencil sketch

A story is an ikon in chrome

A novel is a moral carved into a grave

Myth is stone in silicon

These days are not more nor less than we desire

Skeletons try to warm themselves by the fire

It's such a simple spark but masses gather

For troy redeemed in straw silk and leather

Most days we're not more nor less than we desire

Skeletons try to warm themselves by the fire

Around a simple spark masses gather

Troy redeemed in straw silk and leather