Listen to the crying cats at the pianos
and the howling dogs at the bars
Swallow a pit until it's jammed in your throat
and try not to cry out,
Eat my soul, and spit it all out.
Wrapped around my skulls is this illness
of the mellow blues and dead honey bees
Bring the dead back to light with water and weed,
let her light her cigarette,
she's had a very, very, long death.