Lyrics: Tom Hirons
Music: Johannes Pollak
Songs for an Impossible Future
Look at all this death.
I will plant my teeth in the dust and
Water them with my blood
And dry water, with turkey feathers,
And laughter, with songs.
When there is nothing left,
I will pick flowers that grow nowhere
And place them at the doors of dead people.
I will speak impossible names into the
inconsolable night,
Sing words for things that don’t even exist
Or have yet to be born into this world
Of yearning and love.
I will not be a slave to the literal,
Nor a cog or a brick or a stone.
I was born with wide wings and feet
That stretch for fathoms into the earth.
Everything is extraordinary.
Look at all this death and the lamenting,
The dying, the darkness, the dirge.
I will sing songs for an impossible future
And I will grow a garden out of these bones.
Tom Hirons