The pyre burns starkly
Off of the shore, where onyx waves crash
And flames flicker shadows
Over grains of sand that shift at the zephyr’s touch.

Off of the shore, where onyx waves crash
The pebbles pop, growing into boulders that roll
Over grains of sand that shift at the zephyr’s touch.
Lonely Achilles’ tears flood the ground as they catch fire.

The pebbles pop, growing into boulders that roll
Brightly from the air, deep down on Earth.
Lonely Achilles’ tears flood the ground as they catch fire
Crying and screaming in whistles up above a crowd.

Brightly from the air, deep down on Earth
Patroclus searches the sky from the window of his shuttle
Crying and screaming in whistles up above a crowd.
He smiles as the constellations grow near.