It were a fever of ants astride the evacuated asp
On earth as it is in heaven
It were an infection of flies on the eviscerated beetle
Give us this day
Under the ant cloak were rendings were knife-ings, swearing and bitings
Lead us not
As each infant organ on a careful hoist
The fox sulking by
Our father
The honeysuckle hiding fanning itself sweeping back it’s golden hair
Thy will be done
The bird dead with gravel eyes
The cavity where the belly
And give us this day
With the black dog walking
And
The boy not listening
And he feels no suspension
He hears no pain
The horse’s voice whispers not unto him
For the breath of the wind just too little loud
He sees no eyes
For the fever of ants a- dance
Lead me not