Now begins
The final nail's descent
Into the wooden incubator
We watch in awe
The burning tail
Trailing on like strings of words or data
Son, where have you been?
Well, we're worried sick
Something's falling down
From the sky
Man, where have you been?
The raven's soaring in
Like a Hitchcock film
Wonder why
Love, where have you been?
Won't you hold my hand?
It's already time
Should we try?
Gloved Pan
Not man
Crushed can
Burnt tan
Skin land
Earth planned
Tin sand
Great hand
Impact