Suffocated Embers

I can’t bring the things I have
I can’t bring my coat
When I bite the hands I pray with
And lift them all to hope
If I get these lessons
I could be the kind
I’m foaming with the secrets
Of a lifetime left to hide

They found me gagging breathless
With all my skinned pets
Cawing under me

Show him my kind is taking up all my room
And I have no room to show him
That the lessons really worked
And if you don’t wear headphones
You can’t hear him inside me
Can’t you hear the goat at mirror-sink
And how he loves to teach

They found a student under
This kind of horror is always little known

Oh, my one
You drag me by the ankles
By this lung-drawn plough
When I’m torn in three