Eleventh He Reaches London – No Funeral

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An embalming ’til I’m light

Shallow, shallow on a wooden floor

And I quiver, lone, and I quiver like a stumbling foal

And I cry, ‘Johanna, Johanna my bones are goneBut she’s gelding colts, and raising foals

So I sleep in shallow, Johanna is gone again

Now she’s writing prose and crushing bones

And I’d love to cry her name but I’d be howling out

Satanic words out in the mist of morn

And I’d love to seize the day but I am all entwined

Of spastic flesh and misery of home

And I’d love to hold her down and die depressed with me

But on rotting floor she’d never call me hers

And I’d love to cry her name but I’d be drawling out

Satanic words out in the night

My hard spun gelding strides out across the field

And wails out unrehearsed to something that he’ll never know

‘Oh all I’ve got is fear and a violent self-inflicted deathAs I wail, howl, my hands, my head

‘Oh all I’ve got is fear and a twisted neck between the fenceAs he wails and howls in the twilight of his living hours

And I watch helplessly from the window of my old stone house

As I wail, howl, in a witch’s house

Measured pulse of the blood from my hands, I wailed and howled

Wished the foals all the joy but the death of my friends, I’ll be with them

Oh my body, is borrowed from the lord, I’ll be with them

In a house of failing organs, I wade through the mire of the dawn

I’m a coffin, I’m a tomb

Rejecting god and love, in a hard spun quiver, I am with them

Oh my bānhūs, is borrowed not stole, I’ll be with them

I’m a coffin, I’m a tomb


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