If ever once my words took flight
may this song now break their wings.
Snap the hollowed chicken bones
and scatter feathers to the wind.
As sun bakes dry the loam and silt
while tigers prey on lambs,
I find your love less
filling than
some godly preacher’s scam.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
If ever once my words took flight
may this song now break their wings.
Snap the hollowed chicken bones
and scatter feathers to the wind.
As sun bakes dry the loam and silt
while tigers prey on lambs,
I find your love less
filling than
some godly preacher’s scam.