A church in one of the C12 German states
Wood and iron doors, she pushes passed priests,
A young girl with flaxen hair, blue eyes, pushes
And pushes, sees, briefly, outside, the sun.
Dragged back inside, raped and crucified,
For her paganism, for her love of our old father
Sun. I have drunk a lot of whiskey since she died
Such a terrible death and I can no longer hide
Behind this screen of anonymity.
I have stood in empty spaces and can't begin to say.
I have walked along the winter beach,
With a freezing wind blinding me
Stripped of everything, except wind and sand and sea.
I have looked into the summer sky for her blue-blue eyes
But all I see is gray-clouds a-skimming the houses
Where mummies and daddies rely on each passing day
Not taking their babies away.
And all, all I can say is this is a very long goodbye
But if you could look into my blue-blue eye and say
You would not sigh, nor pass this sadness by,
Stay, to see our holy father sun rise again, today .