Azalean - Division Day

Dead moon at the center

Radio on, night

Headlights on the water

Rippling, black, mine

Through to the light, arms interlocked

By the glow of the dial, flickering on and off

And cranes come, eyeless, gripping white-boned blooms of fire

Lake dry by the morning

Head aching, bright red rocks twist

Azalean, given to glass, red

Through to the light, arms interlocked

By the glow of the dial, flickering on and off

And your eyes smile wide even as our car is burning

The moon would not be denied

We burned to coal, our love to coal

To the ground

Through to the light, arms interlocked

By the glow of the dial, flickering on and off