Graphic by Archie
We are soft, when you roll me in the morning dew holding me, shivery and hot camomile, paper mâché leaves in November we are headed underground, this I know you will sweep me into the earth's rancid core with no glance backwards at the town with its sugarcane lights comb my eyes, sweet and light carry my mind, my weary life oh girl that I love devote it all to the cause