God bless us as we cross from green sides into darker
God love us as we lay in puddles of our own
our qualities will raise us in a light that blinds our mothers
our fists will serve to clear out debris of those days


in a pit of bodies
i am of my own
by ham hock and by handkerchief
by damsel and by dawn
angel warns us with its unfinal call
it was not death final
it was only fall.