I feel the blood of a reptile run
Through the veins of a child
And should my eyes trick my memory
Will the beast shed his skin in the wild
The screen is lit
And there they stand
In single line
A column of figures
That totals something different — everytime
Perhaps his face was wiped away that night
To leave some other that I’ll never recognise;
Do I remember how he held the woman down
His shadow made a pool so deep she had to drown
Eleven faces
Blank and taunting
Through the glass
A swarm of eyes
I didn’t see before — now wait for me to pass
Perhaps his face was wiped away that night
To leave some other that I’ll never recognise;
Do I remember how he held the woman down
His shadow made a pool so deep she had to drown
Ten faces melt away until there’s only one
And someone murmurs now, you must decide
I feel the blood of a reptile run
Through the veins of a child
And should my eyes trick my memory
Will the beast shed his skin in the wild