Before the sun and after there's limestone   There's so little time in this place that I get sick with motion   Before the wind throws us back in the ocean,   We'll be goat horned with sin      In Dead Sea skin      half of everything we own stands up and walks away   the ancients leak, cats play in the garden   my calcium hands and roman commands all harden   because the moon is ours   and star eyes are older   with holes for thumb sized birds.      In Dead Sea skin      Half of everything we own stands up and walks away.