There was a
Man made of
Sand
Once upon a time
And a heart
Made of gold
Or maybe
I've got
That wrong
And there was
A woman
Made of gold
And a heart
Made of sand
There was a beat
Ticking away
Pounding
At the rock
Begging
For the wave
To break
And a bottle
Of blood
Pretending
To be wine
That never emptied
Day after day
No matter
How much
They bled
Or
What for
And the pulse
It carried on
With a life
Of its own
Leading the zombie march
Onwards
And upwards
And over the
Cliffs
And when they
Fell
As
Inevitably
They do
Some of them
Were lucky enough
To see stars
Count sheep
Dance the jaunty
Dance
Of folks
On the end
Of a line
Pretending
They know where
To go
And forgetting
They were home
And some of them
Weren't
Yet the light
It went out
All the same
And the lucky
Got out 
Whist the rest
Looked at the birds
And wondered
How the beautiful
Angels
Turned so ugly
So quick
And why the sky
Was full
Of storm and
Fire
Or whether
It was just
Their insides
Leaking out
Because
There was nothing
Else
Left
To do