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The Stone Houses

from Weak In The Wild by Frances Smith

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There were stone houses by the river
and people in the windows
were watching the passing clouds
and the rain entered the streets
she was the creator of the wild and sweet

The pavements were full and crushed
the resistance had turned to destruction
silver bodies have to shine all the time
the wheels push towards the destination
but at the exit the believer leaves

The roofs were wet with rain
they could feel the rush of power
like a sign at the end of existence
the grey river was rising so fast
with the feeding of the wolves

They had come to collect the wishes
they heard the siren singing loud
meet me by the clock tower this hour
where the saint of the lost church
was gathering flowers for her grave

All the walls seemed to be breathing
the air had learnt to deliver less
but desire was dancing on the street again
she holds money in her tiny hands
and they spin and spin around her

And they think they'll be gathering again
and the think the energy is real
but it's given them all that it can give
and now it wants to own them in return
and she is calling the thieves

And the innocents watch wild eyed
at the weighing of the gold
they've been led before and left lost
as the sparkling sands burnt their eyes
they mistook it for deliverance

The shining metal made them cry
she spoke in the darkening hour
those stone houses are only there to trap you
and broken did their wishes fall
and in the reflective water drown

copyright Frances Smith 2017

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from Weak In The Wild, released November 17, 2017

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