Dirt Poor Robins Thunder Bird
I dreamt a beast
Rose up from the sea
With many heads & horns
It was wreathed
Ten thousand lies
Still trapped in its teeth
Decomposed bloody clothes
And resounding screams
Then I beheld
A great eagle alight
On a mountain aloft
On a storm in the night
Lighting would strike
As its wings would expand
And back-lit the silhouette of a crucified man
Again and again
At last the thunder
Rolled over my ears
In electrified clouds
It began to appear
A fiery shape filled the sky
In a flash
A phoenix aglow
In the smoldering ash
And the beast
That came out of the deep
Fell asleep
And slipped into the sea