Lost Boys - Shearwater

My blistered feet

Turn bloody

So I take to the air

And I am everywhere, I am starlight

I am moonlight

Over burning fields and bodies

I stay close to the ground

Slipping miles from the arches and arc-lights

Into the warm night…

My winged children, all

Will fly over the mountain wall

To the lid of the sky

And slice its belly full wide

With their warm knives

Not the pin-pricks of starlight

But to bathe in the bright blood

Of the world above