A Brief Glimpse of Smoke

the green grass withers,
cities perish, a summernight ends.
a brief glimpse of smoke, a sigh
an unsolved riddle told
with the same two hands
I buried my father,
I carry my son.
with the same two hands
I buried my father,
I carry my son.
signs of rust in my treasure,
signs of dark matter in my veins,
the beaming sign of jonah,
and the darkening sign of cain.
and I thrust my song
into the ocean
again and again.
and I thrust my song
into the ocean
again and again.
the smoke from my offering
will it rise or will it bend?
the beaming sign of jonah,
and darkening sign of cain!
I light my fire
as well as I can!
as well as I can!
and with the same two hands
I buried my father, I carry my son!
with the same two hands
I buried my father, I carry my son!
with the same two hands
I buried my father, I carry my son!
with the same two hands
I buried my father, I carry my son!
with the same two hands
I buried my father, I carry my son.