Crawlersout

Sea water is flowing from the
Middle of my thighs
Wild buffalo are dancing on
Clifftops in the skies.

Adorn me in feathers
From dead birds and
Contemplate the size of
Leather palettes to wind me in
Put shutters on my eyes.

They'll cover the hills
With their sweet flesh
And soft nails
They'll cover the doors
With the screens that
Their minds disposed.

Write it down, write it down
Down the names and dates
Of the daughters
Who pour out of me
Like grandmother's vines.

They hang from the plates
And my eyes see their fake
Pretty long lashes and beards
Guarding the reign of me from them
Heedless, trembling toes
Gathering rain [?]
In their sockets and creases and holes.

They'll cover the hills
With their sweet flesh
And soft nails
They'll cover the doors
With the screens that
Their minds disposed.

They'll weave their own souls
Into the frame to grow their foliage in
They'll sew their own hands
Into their beds to keep them crawlers out
To keep them crawlers out
To keep them crawlers out
To keep them crawlers out
Keep them crawlers out
Keep them crawlers out.