Ceremony After a Fire Raid - Chamber - L'Orchestre De Chambre Noir

My selves

The grievers

Grieve

Among the street burned to tireless death

A child of a few hours

With its kneading mouth

Charred on the black breast of the grave

The mother dug, and its arms full of fires.

Begin

With singing

Sing

Darkness kindled back into beginning

When the caught tongue nodded blind.

A star was broken

Into the centuries of the child

My selves grieve now, and miracles cannot atone.

Forgive

Us forgive

Give

Us your death that my selves the believers

May hold it in a great flood

Till the blood shall spurt,

And the dust shall sing like a bird

As the grains blow, as your death grows, through our heart.

Crying

You’re dying

Cry,

Child beyond cockcrow, by the fire-dwarfed

Street we chant the flying sea

In the body bereft.

Love is the last light spoken.

Oh

Seed of sons in the loin of the black husk left

words: Dylan Thomas