Sparrow

Wrapped in the wings of a sparrow Beak is as sharp as an arrow Sings in a whispering whistle Sleeps in the ivy and thistle Owls out swooping and howling Deep in the midnight a-prowling Mama, the scream of the eagle Threading my heart through the needle Threading the blood through the apple Sucking the juice from the apple Eating the seeds of the apple Bearing the tree of the apple Trapped in the weeds like a scarecrow Stuck to the wind like velcro Distantly hearing the bell toll Warbling chime through the meadow Mama, the scream of the eagle Threading my heart through the needle Threading the blood through the apple Eve sucked the juice from the apple Nakedly running, I saw her Boy chasing after to stall her I wish I'd have spoken to call her Before she found fabric to shawl her Breasts bound and burdened with fiber Adam came trembling beside her And he said, and he said That she has the poison inside her She talks to snakes and they guide her She has the poison inside her She talks to snakes and they guide her She has the poison inside her She talks to snakes and they guide her She has the poison inside her She talks to snakes and they guide her