Wave Like Home

Gray eyes link these sharp dawns

Bird-chested

These cornered arms

Half-lit, mirthless, marksman

O bending[?] chute, & charm

I took your portrait from the wall

And your picture at the window

Sucked your lemon dry and wept

Deep in the hall

Who would swallow my life?

And leave me as a child

In the whale I can see the bone

And the muscle in dim-light

Who would swallow my life?

And leave me here to die

In these arms I can feel my home

Breaking from inside

In these arms I can feel my home

Breaking from inside

Who would swallow my life?

And leave me here to die

In these arms I can feel my home

Breaking from inside