Is there an innocent sickle

Buried with the dead

Not when a mouth

Is also filled with rocks

A bunch of someones

Are trying to keep

The ghosts at bay

But you wanna speak

Don’t you

You wanna flit nervously

Like you like to like to do

And that’s tremendous

Cause the whole arena

Is dying to boil the cat

That’s had your tongue

For this whole long season

And the last

And the last

And the last

So listen then

If indeed there is a midnight call

Dance with fire in your limbs

And extra in your bones

For we are all afraid

You’ll just keep haunting about

With yellow sulphuric displeasure

And we’re tic toc dying

To see you glean

We’re hoping

To see you work and glean