It is this goodness Goodness coming towards me Goodness growing Devouring the landscape Shadow of a monster This coming gladness Spreading the dye In all things Rose tips the pine trees Invigorates the worms (s) Everything drunk In the spirit of destruction (Hear the young men Crushed by the tide) Clap your hands In supplication For the arrival Of the goliath He raises his horn Antenna to the heavens Erect he receives Nature's instruction Bashful he spreads As if wakened from a slumber A subterfuge sky Of an indelible rainbows (Hear the young men Crushed by the tide)