I
Am not afraid of dying
As you are
I am not
Afraid of dying
With the dread
that you are
I am
Not afraid of dying
on the same level

I'll tell you the story
Sometime
When you stop with the winglessness

You cut her wings
And there she fell
Condemned to hell
The pain inflamed
She cursed your name
Cause your love was to blame

She cooked and cleaned
She sexed like a slave
She disciplined the children
Till they were well behaved

And all the while
The feathers fell
Withered roots
That once held her aloft
Were sheared completely off

She did your laundry
Took your abuse
She left her dreams behind
While you chased yours

You bled her of her spirit
Cracked the open wounds
And left the poison in it
Till she came to believe
That she never ever even had wings

Then she passed her winglessness on
To her daughters
And her granddaughters

Now generations of wingless women
Have barely even began
To find their feathers
Look up and try to fly again
Thanks to the wicked ways
Of you so called modern men

Suffer with grace the moment
Forgive your wish to clasp pain long gone
Nostalgia is more leaden than lead itself
Gold of birds in mute winglessness

Jump with grace from The Tower
Mount glorious dull Star that allows your seeing
The chamber is not destined to be your secret
Lament your mortar, keep on building

Radical rest is not dead blood
In static you hear nothing of ecstatic colour
Purpose hides in tiny infinite
A chariot lies behind the tumour

****** the ticking that can’t be bothered
Stop its blood without losing a drop
Bear agony of flowers knowingly beautiful
Be yourself sweet nothing one