My Sisters

What'll they do with me

Eat my books and bleed

The sentences down &

Forget all my names.

Three graves of man

Head, body and hands,

You can have my life's work

But my heart is caged

Three graves of ice

Morning, noon and nite

Close to three of us die

I ate my sisters bible

And then she said

You better leave before

The devil fills your head

There's nothing worse

Than being fed

I'm not the only one

I'm the only one left.

For good reason.

As it clocks toward an early bright

You'll find my body carved

Into a paper plane

My head splashed across

The boards of lamplite

And pencil shavings dancing on my grave.

Three graves of ice

Morning, noon and nite

Close to three of us die

What'll they do with me

Eat my books and bleed

The sentences down &

Forget all my names.

Three graves of man

Head, body and hands,

You can have my life's work

But my heart is caged

For good reason.