I Sit On The Ridge At Dusk
I sit on the ridge at dusk,
as the light leaves the valley by rising.
Trees, fingers clutch at it,
vaguely sifting the light and dying.
So bleed sarcophagi romantically--
re-bleed with dignifying re-constructive make-up.
Me Siento en la Cresta al Anochecer
Me siento en la cresta al anochecer,
conforme la luz abandona el valle al elevarse.
Árboles, dedos se aferran a ella,
vagamente filtrando la luz y muriendo.
Así que sangran sarcófagos románticamente--
vuelven a sangrar con maquillaje re-constructivo dignificante.
Escrita por: Dave Longstreth