crocodile hides her eggs on the shore,
run to the waters retreating edge snap jaws
these reptiles a totem to our reproductive lore.
you will die in the red waters
hear the same song you heard
when you died before
in the red waters.
and the land gets dryer every year,
engulfed by fires never dying.
snap jaws these empires
a totem to our reproductive lore
we will die in the red waters
hear the same song we heard as we died before in the red waters.
released 07 August 2015
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