Angelus Novus

An army charges upon the land
To the sound of retreat

This is bigger than us
A stronger wind is blowing

Blowing from paradise
Into the world to come

Progress is its name
Death nods its head

First the dead
Then the living

Call their names
Like a legion

Their steps are retreating
Out of the earth and the sea

Back to the beginning of time
An endless beach

Where a table has been set for one
With salt and water