You blood-thirsty number slaves   Little death upon your face   You the faceless aching cave   You the horn that screams your name      Loud noises falling down   You   Once and future child      You the restless overfed   Choking, choke on the unsaid.   You the celebrated head   Tethered to the future fled.      You the peeling dreams you fired   You the lightning in your eyes   You the seedling's naked eye   You the once and future child.