There’s a Lot of Us in Here

Some hex please
A pitch black painted wreath
A book nailed to a tree
Or a vow that you whisper when burying old baby teeth
We’ll ride drogue you’ll see
We will genuflect accordingly
A crude but truthful plea:
Dispossess me of all of this shit that keeps possessing me

You salvage me
Cloven a thousand times
Make believe that we
Blown apart could be
Woven and redesigned

we would rather be sent running off a cliff edge
we can hold our own palaver and the viper caused it
hanged men, fang bred
Oh come send us on

You salvage me
Cloven a thousand times
Make believe that we
Blown apart could be
Woven and redesigned

sever the hoof and host or
I may
be without someone to call for
one thing more
let em’ make You and offer now
free graze
jaw to tusk, all of us, Oh come send us on