| Castaways |
|---|
| By shadowing |
| All the darkened fields |
| Of forgotten words |
| And civilian lives |
| Violence |
| Through the changing guards |
| Through the grinding away |
| And their furious marching |
| By gathering the holy light |
| And weathering |
| A castaway life |
| And the rising fear |
| The hollowness |
| Of the flags and gods |
| That are raised in the air |
| In the wake of their raging |
| Your skinny arms |
| Hold the lantern up |
| On the brightest array |
| Of the stars in their moorings |
| And summoning |
| The holy light down |
| On citadels |
| The blackening sky |
| Collapsing sun |
| The burning wall |
| That approaches our eyes |
| You live again |
| In the shuddering light |
| These images |
| This valediction |
| You are running from |
| A rising tide |
| You are castaways |
