Ungirthed

The scent of my hands is familiar

To the fosterly men in their coats

Who guard not their spirits from fire, fire, fire, fire

Who speak with some tenderly

Who speak with some tenderly coax

The tinge of my eyes is familiar

To fosterly men in their coats

Who fiend close, close, close

To their closetly homes

And ruminate the walls up with ghosts

Ears ring and teeth click

and ears ring and teeth click

and ears, ears

Ears ring and teeth click

and ears ring and teeth click

and ears ring and teeth click

and ears ring and teeth click

Ears, ears ring

The air is familiar the sound is not still

Dead voices cover their moats

They fill the cloth totes with the rustles of earth

And the crying, detritioning bones

The dust off my knuckles, familiar

To culminated piles

To culminated piles of bones

That shift when the earth quakes and trembles, trembles

And quarries men up to their

and quarries men up to their thrones

The scent of my skin is familiar

To fosterly men in their coats

To guide not their spirits from fire, fire, fire, fire

Who speak with some tenderly

Who speak with some tenderly coax

The air is familiar the sound is not still

Dead voices cover their moats

They fill the cloth totes with the rustles of earth

And ladies that they have ungirthed

Ears ring and teeth click

and ears ring and teeth click

and ears ring and teeth click

and ears ring and teeth click

Ears, ears ring