Antichrist and barcodes

In the air that we breathe

With a little black box I hide in the sky

In the water that trickles in our mouths



In the codes that flicker are lives

On and off

Does the carton nights

Starts to swallow and shiver

And to freeze



The fish belly up

The unborn served up

Obeying the planets

No insense is strong enough

To make this life complete



Alpha and omega

The great in the small

The butterflies flutter by

The foxes stop running



The moon

As sharp as a sickle

And as bright as a pin

Breathed its heavy sick breath

As we fitfully slept

And heavily dreamed



To awake

Back into endings

And quietly wait

For the trains to stop chugging

And the clocks to implode



His name is under our skin

And so by the hair

Of my chinny chin chin

By hook or by crook

Our necks are in the news