They're cutting up the bodies. In the med school basement. And I am only watching. On an academic placement. I regulate my breathing. But I can't escape the feeling.
Once upon a time, in churches of old. The Velcro age had yet to unfold. Flannel was king and Sunday School knew. How to make those Bible heroes, stick like glue.
I melt at the sink. like a priest or a prince.. Maybe I'm to be a King. and they're awaiting in Westminster.. And the walls are paper thin,. hear the neighbours arguing..
My family on the right hand side. And your family on the left. We got married in a single bed. We sang shaker hymns. When your warhorse grandfather had sung.
Lo and behold your mother is drinking again,. This might be the coldest winter since records began,. You were alone, steady with wintry calm,. Leading the children softly across the farm,.