Oklahoma from Ghostland by ELMS

I am known to dream
of foreign rooms only
slept in a night or
at the most maybe two

to wake without purpose
no sense of direction
to slip the leash for
just a moment or two

but clutching at my throat
never relieved any pressure
still I’m drawn to it
as I’m drawn by it

attend to your standards
taught, practised, praised, then deflowered
wilted, rotted, plated, devoured
through it all the flag still stands
upright and remorseless
exactly as planned
completely divorced
from any Justice’s hand

oh, oh

Oklahoma
you never deserved this
but someone else’s
blood stains your hands

Sequoyah
a nation of rumours
someone else has
your blood on their hands

and late at night I
am known to go wandering
amidst a stretch of
unclaimed remains

called by a voice here
barely a whisper
a silent black star marks
each tyrant and judge

no dawn but a shadow
from horizon to heartland
no safe warren or burrow
dollar by dollar
grows taller and taller

until

Sequoyah
a foreign history
is built upon you
to lift you up / hold you down

Oklahoma
you never deserved this
but fallen buildings, well
what good are they for?

“I will come as evening comes to woo a waiting sky
from out of my dreams and into the hush of falling shadows
when the mist is low and stars are breaking through
then out of my dreams I’ll go
into a dream with you”

• Electronic
• darkwave
• synth pop
• Peterborough