Crawlersout

Sea water's 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 dispose

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 dispose

They'll weave their long 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