Testo di Rawhide

This is how you disappear Out between midnight Called up under valleys Of torches and stars Foot, knee, shaggy belly, face Famous hindlegs As one of their own You graze with them Cro-magnon herders will stand in the wind Sweeping tails shining and scaled to begin Shutting down here Shutting down here To where necks leave the air unpossesed Giant heads lock constellations A last grain of dust lands in the darkness On tongues laid bare and turning to chalk Shutting down here Freezing in red Bent over his ice skin The insomniac gnaws in the on-offs He is glazed in the hooves all around It is losing its shape Losing its shape As the heat in your hands Carve the muscle away And he grins from a break in a backflash Delivers it up on a break in a backflash Motionless brands burn into a hipframe As a saviour loads sightlines backlit by fires On the ridges of the highest breeder