Crimson Dust

I am of distasteful desire

Winged spawn transmutation and mire

Ignorance and sensitivity conspire

In my throat with ashes.

Pass heaven and see my eye

Call above the open sky

Seek and ye shall find they say

Alone amongst the ashes

These ashes come from earth and mud

And bones of history , bones and blood

These ashes come from heart and mind

But ashes turn to ashes

Don't think just do til black and blue

Strange object in apparent view

I am he and he is you

When we turn to ashes.