Hesperus - Wolf People

Looking for a lighthouse keeper

Climb the hill and turn around

Fallen stones and railway sleepers

Are scattered like rice across the ground

Severed hands of seven hunters

Poised as if to draw a bow

Arrow loosed to tear asunder

Whistles to the earth

I’ll collect the feathers from the three black birds

That scattered as we landed on St Stephen’s day

The Hesperus has bought me here to try to find you

Drawn in by the blinded eye

Confounded by the fearful mess you left behind

Who could pass you by?

Has some raging serpent coiling

Dragged you from your posts

Bidden by a tempest to disturb your toiling work?

I don’t believe it’s so

Three good men were savaged by the same two things

That carried me to find them, on St Stephen’s day

When I look upon

The shattered crane

The battered rail, the severed chain

I know of no force so great

Save that which bore me here