There Is No Food

Carved out of stone, earth, blood and bone

Knock the mountains down

The earth's grating sounds

They soothe the great machines

That yearn desperately

Just to lay them down within her gaping mouth

More than a symbol

More than I bargained for

They wander ridges high

Between the earth and sky

Like spikes upon a crown we wear upon our brow

And want is not a need reserved for human beings

It's fingers on your throat

Is pain that all things know

An army of the golems is stalking, now, the heart's lands

Eating all reality

Producing only dust and sand

Nothing hurts them

Nothing gets under their stone skin

And when their earthen mouths will open up

Just what words should come out? but

"we wish we were dead"