The crickets made our song
Daily rhythms like a band
Until these heroes come along
Spilling sewage in our land

Tell the kids there’s a messiah
Tell the soldiers it’s their boss
Two hectares of olive groves
And Lavender cutting costs

Yell out as loud as a weather God
A thunderstorm, an avalanche
An Anzu bird, a bull
A bomb inside a Cadillac

Like the hero
Killing the guardian
Of the forest
Set a white hot flame

To the cedars
Reduced to wasteland
Like the hero
Killing the guardian

An omen of an omen
From slung stones of child soldiers
Names engraved into the Sun
To smart bombs against Goliath

In paradise and beyond
From the mother of the Jordan
Through the white stone tomb
A plate in bed, a fighter jet

A wake in someone’s living room
For the death of a villain
Mourned with fragrant rose
Burning sacrificial herbs

To light the maggot in his nose
Bones from stone, blood from sea
I want more life in between the trees
Bring sweet words to the quarrel

Friendship burns with special oil
Above the column of limitless fire
To the animal womb, hungry and tired
Ensnared by craving through countless earths

Hastening through this round of rebirths
The great screaming, the great heating
A bright pearl with dust covering
Like the hero

Killing the guardian
Of the forest
Set a white hot flame
To the cedars

Reduced to wasteland
Like the hero
Killing the guardian
Of the forest

Set a white hot flame
To the cedars
Reduced to wasteland
An omen of an omen of an omen