A sick room, hush, a holiday glow
Whither thou goest, I will go
Whither thou wish inside, we will follow
It is to be on one thing only
On the road to
God knows where
Some are happy, some are laden
And those wish death upon
themselves
Here is love, it is spoken
In a growled choked
Her paws have strayed in her
sleep and in my mouth her cloak
The claw's fists which deny
themselves a shallowness
Which recall the television
or the room alone
In which they preened and
moving towards
Convolutions may arise,
The skull is echoing with webs,
And the third wave flushed
the thing out,
Everybody jump and shout,
Scream my name above the din,
Above the engines corn on din,
Above the calves who
bleed their lungs out
Baa, baa, moo, moo, baa, baa, baa