Stalkers of the Drift - Virus

Feral aeroplanes

Stalkers of the drift

You float inside the hollow waves

Like sleepwalkers on the ocean highway

See the blind cavalry

In their concave masks

All lined up to fowl the beaches

Dead faces painted in the sands

They mimic themselves

Hiding in the wastelands

Empty figures on the crests of the dunes

The desert sculptures paying homage to the wounds

With broken limbs they dance

The snakes and their proud owners

On parade out in the iron rain

The sun retreats as the caves drink the rivers

The feral aeroplanes

Chasing the winds upon the ocean highway

Gliding on raw silk

Cheered by broken clapping hands