The Fantastic Toes


 (words by Tony Rasmussen)

Cloak me in your hurricane, (temple is burning)

and blow the acrid smoke away. (temple is burning)


Roman wheel of flame,

that illuminates the plain.


Hush along the palisade, (temple is burning)

a writhing, crimson cavalcade. (temple is burning)


Lid-less eye of flame,

that consumes our sacred space.


Taste iron in my mouth, (cistern weeps below)

cracked lips ‘round the water spout. (dried up long ago)


Make way through the gloaming colonnade, (temple is burning)

and pick through the memories that remain, (temple is burning)

save all that you can from the flame!