Swollen and Halo

	The steel that sleeps the eye
	Needs nor tax nor toll
	The kings with men might lie
	Swollen and halo'd
	Her sweetest skin burns
	Now I've buried all the gold beneath my hide
	Now I'll swallow breath with blood
	Of pole and anchor
	Of stone and mitre
	Of God and beast and
	Wine and piss and
	Bread and fish and man
	The virgin ground stains
	Now we've wandered through the polestar's dusty floe
	And my crown is breath and blood