Biographies found in victory’s nest   Spinning tales of poor Neanderthals   Before fire brings its rest   Speak of virgin retreats, curled and black   Succumbing to the stationary   Progress falls prey to the wind      A tree falls in the forest   Will she turn to face the noise?   Glory, grab your guns!   The crime scene meets the black light   Shows her silky spider drapes   Glory, grab your guns!      The fire pits blaze in the deep and dark   Throwing spectre films for glassy stares   Against rocky walls so stark   Whisper smoky shadows to the living dead   While revelation waits just outside   To be claimed and thrown away      Response to the flame   Divides cherry and ash