Crawlersout

Sea water is flowing from the middle of my thighs Wild buffalo are dancing on cliff tops in the skies Adorn me in feathers from dead birds and Contemplate the size of Leather pelts to wind me in Put shutters on my eyes, oh They'll cover the hills with their sweet flesh and soft nails They'll cover the doors with the screams that their minds disposed Write it down, write it down Down the names and dates of the daughters Who bore out of me like grandmother's vines They hang from the planks of my cedar grave Grow pretty long lashes and beards Guarding the rain of me from them heedless, trampling toes Gathering honeybees in their sockets and creases and holes They'll cover the hills with their sweet flesh and soft nails They'll cover the doors with the screams that their minds disposed They'll weave their own souls Into the frame to grow their foliage in They'll sew their long hairs Into their beds to keep them crawlers out To keep them crawlers out To keep them crawlers out To keep them crawlers out Keep them crawlers out Keep them crawlers out