Mermaids   Shimmer in the waves   Wanted to share a word   Course they only waved   Left me alone   With the blood in my mouth   To paw and to pray   To tear at the fray for a thundercloud      To dress up your wounds   Wash off the salt   Freshen the blooms   At your sea-rusted altar      Caldera’s edge   We’ll hold hands and wait   Mudflows are greyhounds   Exploding from gates   With hot ash and hot rocks   They’ll crash and they’ll mosh   Till the trees are all flat   And we all collapse from the chase      Then I’ll dress up your wounds   Wash off the salt   Freshen the blooms   At your mud-crusted altar…