For the Snakes - The Mountain Goats

All your brambles, all your creeping vines

All of the trash that people leave behind

All your fine, fine columns poking up through the pond scum

We will have uses for these things when we come

Cracks in the marble you hauled in from the quarry

These will be seen by all in all their glory

Long hidden shadows of the places they came from

We will bring memories of these things when we come

All your abandoned things

Once fine vestments, statues with wings

They have their uses, every one

Let me slither across them in the sun

Pale imitations that you brought back from afar

We will show them to you as they are

Wind through the ruins, high and lonesome

We will have uses for these things when we come