The Bone Orchard

Past the ivy-covered windows of
The Angel

Down Athenaeum Lane to the cathedral

Through the churchyard I wandered

Sat for a spell there and I pondered

My back to the gates of the garden

Leave these ancient places to the angels

Let the saints attend to their keeping of the cathedrals

And leave the dead beneath the ground so cold

For God is in this hand that I hold

As we open up the gates of the garden

-Nick Cave

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