father told me of the drowning
a little louder than before
the lights and all the fires ending
to leave a dust storm strewn the hall
if the sun were any louder
would you have heard it call
cinder well and the cellar door
a little closer than before
the greyscale of rotting blood and diamonds
no where warm but the sun
to the blood and the ash
and the act of moving through
nailing through to the drowning of the other side
and those dark cellars under houses under roofs
that unwilling you are descended into
all the times that you were drowning
a little louder than before
you can escape the cellar’s calling
even though she dwells there still
Maer, from Switzerland, debut with a haunted (and haunting) folk song that will warm you heart as it sends shivers down your spine. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2022