Meat

There's this guy in a hole and his arms are unjointed and he sways There's a gap where his eyes used to start, disappointed, at the days We don't have much time to Say all the things we need to say But still we pay mind to The flesh that's destined for the clay There's a book that I read made of muscle and sinew from my side Though the writing is poor I'm compelled to continue where I lied We don't have much time to Say all the things we need to say But still we pay mind to The flesh that's destined for the clay There's a song in my mouth struggling hard to escape me while it may But it's viscous and raw, too naive and unshapely to betray We don't have much time to Say all the things we need to say But still we pay mind to The flesh that's destined for the clay And we don't want to waste our time In case we've passed our peak and prime And now must fall into decay So close your eyes and close your mind Pretend with me that we have climbed Out of the shadow of the grave There's a bone in my hand freshly wrenched from the manhole at my feet And it writes from the book dripping words I untangle from the meat We don't have much time to Say all the things we need to say But still we pay mind to The flesh that's destined for the clay And we don't want to waste our time In case we've passed our peak and prime And now must fall into decay So close your eyes and close your mind Pretend with me that we have climbed Out of the shadow of the grave