i bought you a black tin box, something to put your jewelry
in. but it stuck me as the property of the childless: it was cold
and roman and the edges were sharp. take me down the
hillside. show me where they used to play.
i mailed you a dutch post card,where i tried to be comforting.
there were kids, my neighbors, on the sidewalk, playing
superman but the edges were sharp. take me down the hillside.
show me where they used to play, your sisters and you
running through the orange light of the after-day.
black sheep black sheep, in the after shocks
thought he could survive in the black tin box
in. but it stuck me as the property of the childless: it was cold
and roman and the edges were sharp. take me down the
hillside. show me where they used to play.
i mailed you a dutch post card,where i tried to be comforting.
there were kids, my neighbors, on the sidewalk, playing
superman but the edges were sharp. take me down the hillside.
show me where they used to play, your sisters and you
running through the orange light of the after-day.
black sheep black sheep, in the after shocks
thought he could survive in the black tin box