come down from the lion s back call down to the endless sleepers give life to the dimming days that run in an endless stream now in the black of the eye in the heat of the act is a crack in the ice come down from the iron wheel come back from the endless labor look down on the rolling waves that strike on the crumbling reef now is what the body becomes in the bellow aloud in the crack of the drum but if the body dies what is left of the heart burns white no light on the western shore no sign of the ships at anchor no sound but the roaring winds no warmth but the life behind the eye and what the body allows is a flash in the heart until the memory dies and a forever life is an infinite lie hung wide