I. The Sun-Microphones

See me waving my handkerchief on the shore see my arm raised high see that ship sail off with its sails aloft and see me dry my eyes and see more salty tears flow as my house is blown wide and see me watch the waves roll in from somewhere see me squint my eyes see me learn to live without my loved ones see me scan the skys and see the flock of birds goodbye and turn to go inside but I feel you on my neck you are a bow of fire see me reach up see me touch my neck see my fingers recoil see the life come into my body see me living wide and see me look from side to side and tiptoe in your light see me look at you and lose my sight and while my eyes burned I saw it oh no here comes a black ship rising under red sail see it fill the sky see it bellow up see the their gleaming eyes hear their scary trumpets on see me run in terror for the mountain see me scramble high and see me burned and blind and all hopeless and barren see me sprawled out see me crawl and whine see me search for signs and I see you weird and high you are a bow are a bow of fire you are a bow of fire you are a bow