Rise and walk
Call it over
Call it over
Rise and walk
Hear her pray:
“Come silence
Iron and golden”
All this aftertaste
And all these gleams
Eyes aglow
Bound to fall
Far too low
One more word and one hand saw
It’s in those smiles where
All this aftertaste revolves
Weep at night, let fall
Down then
Come and crawl
Turn to me
And sprawl
You’re broke
You’ve breached the light
You’ve fallen
You’re creepy, ruled and worn