What If

What if End was Begin? Then would men be like mothers? And the falling of others would be like the first leaves of flowers What if darkness was light? Under cover of bright We’d stalk our prey (they can’t see in the day, it’s too white) Oh life dying out And the oceans turn to clouds Soggy birds raining down From the sky having drowned Oh it's not what you think- It’s a memory bank And it’s living in our mouths So open wide- She’s coming out.