after The Gallows Pole by Benjamin Myers
The sun will go out
Go back in its box
Forever chained
It’s done its job
The teller’s curse
And for what it’s worth
A metal chain
A hammered claw
A pointed tooth
The sun has gone out
We sign their papers
We line their pockets
You should leave now
They who dance in stag’s heads
First come the shadows
and then the dirt
from what they stole,
and say they borrow
With the wild and red
And the half-mad
And you forever chained
You and yours
They bet a dollar
And pay no taxes
Go back in the box now
To the gallows pole
The sun has gone out
The son of the old boss
The never chained
Ne'er do well.
We sign their papers
We line their pockets
You should leave now
The men who dance in stag’s heads