Crying in Hiccoughs

The Collapsing Cliffs of Fako

16 Iron birds will complement the carnage, They’ll shower the land with exploding grain, From which the mighty will take to flight, And perch on foreign mountain tops. From there, they’ll watch from sheltered caves, The cursed earthbound ostriches – the lowly, Take the full blast of each direct hit – their creation, They, the smithed octopus of Tour Eiffel. The Collapsing Cliffs of Fako Rocking on the collapsing cliffs of Fako, Straining a peep at the clouded crest of Kupe, The Manyu and Mezam overflowing with mud, I nod at nonsense, History’s shame. Rocking on the collapsing cliffs of Fako, Bidding adieu to a deserted land, The rusting Bismarck the mouldering Fortress, Our patrons’ shame our blood to be. Rocking on the collapsing cliffs of Fako, Rending clothes for a motivating Moses, The plunder goes on, Arabia goes dry, I look to the east, and see blood. ...