Strange Calm - Virus

Under the lip of land

Underground tongues lie for you

From its arid breath

The fetid air seals the doors behind

The lamp swallowed the dark

The shadows' mutiny

Now swaying by the signs on the roadside

See through the fibres

The dance of love and fear entwined

On the face of the veil

And the emptiness beyond

Among the proud ruins

Spreading out their limbs

Grass growing from the inbred gardens' grin