in the shadow of a tower
at the failure of a flower
by the sinking of an ocean
in the last and foremost moment I will die

in the seeming of an orchard
amid the screaming and the tortured
by the feedings of a seagull
and the fucking of a weevil I will die

in the blackening of a shire
and the wasting of a fire
by the leavings of an eagle
and the carcass of a weasel I will die

in a cold and sterile manger
at the behest of some stranger
near the chapel where I was sworn
not too far from where I was born I will die


from by the carcass of a weasel EP, released July 28, 2017
words and music by Ronan. Recorded, engineered and mastered by Ronan.


all rights reserved