Standing in fear at the face of the lion.
Tear out the free-verse and beat it with rhyme.
They want to hear us play something safe,
sing “Amazing Grace” in seventeen different ways.
Signal hellfires,
ring the sirens.
We are breaking, waters rising.
If I fall, oh, heed my warning.
After me, there will be more.
Nos quedamos, we remain.
Standing ground in the face of the ant,
watch it crawling up, push it down with their hands.
But we are the ants and we are the lions,
carry them off and look them straight in the eyes.
Everything Katie Dill does is absolutely incredible. Her writing is phenomenal and her arrangements of folk tunes are some of the best I've heard. Haunting, experimental, and beautiful. Andrew Preston