Rust II

RUST II What I saw that day the world turned to rust; Beneath a red dawn, Which fell like blood from the sky. The burning red in my eyes, Consuming all the time, Like a snake scales that shine different at night. From Rust we are born. Rust which comes from dirt, Rust which came from the sea, On the ghost of a whaling ship, And forms over everything, From ground to ceiling, Crawled and vantage found, Of severing, sweet, crumbling luster. The steeple's gargoyle and dagger's handle, I keep it safe for the God's banquet. Slumber, slip and place on the mantle. From Rust we are born. And to the sacred seat; Through the armor, Through their conceit, Everything drops to the floor, Squirms in the rust. From Rust we are born. From Rust we are born. From Rust we are born. From Rust we are born. From Rust we are born.