Moth

Daughters of nine, wounds of my pride
How the water is tempting
The wreckage of love here is rage
Eye for an eye
How we dance on in waltzes of queens
I believe I have seen where her heart goes to die
Flutters like a moth to the light
Like moths to the light
Down in the waste
Out of touch from the hands of the gods
We are lions awake in the dark
Hungry for life
But the water is clearly all gone
How we huddle and shiver like dogs
Like moths to the light
Out in the fields
Where we bake in the cancerous sun
What a view from the tops of the trees as I watch
The fires burn on
Burn on