This Syrup to Exchange
It’s early rise
His teeth are firm
And cleanse with hands to hunt and hope
The sun divieds
Imagine leaves
A shelter while I sleep
There are many years
To cloud my mind
Nut no burden
It’s like a heavy tipping load
Early day
On a bloddied patch
Only noise and brick surround
Tradition sinks
In the soil here
As a rock swallowed in the mud
The polluted skin
Of my brittle earth
It keeps me bleeding grey
This syrup sweet and thin to exchange me
My spirit has rearranged
Crippled, damped and lame
As it goes
This syrup fills my eyes
The days faces fade to black
And I don’t feel
And I can’t fight
For my home anymore
Anymore
And I return to an open land
Where bloods blanket sheilded me
This syrup sweet and thin to exchange me
My spirit has rearranged
Crippled, damped and lame