Wave your bag of blood It's flashing in the sun It's your new sex and sexuality A gentle war is on Your neck becomes jointed Like an elbow or a knee Oblongs of language Are all that you can see An army of plants and trees Gathers at the dawn They move as if rootless The random plan is drawn A noose of music swings A beacon shining for all For all that breathe to see The fulcrum of futility The sky is sucked away From the planetary orb When an will cease to spin So the inversion can begin And all that you can hold In your pockets and in your arms Is measured against you And digested by the stars The body in your bed Begins to hum apart Your friends and relatives Observe your moving scars When we are wed again When we are three once more Then we vanish again And then we seal the air-tight door They had slime for mortar They had brick for atone The site where the building stood Now lies deserted and overgrown She has a million tongues He has ears for hands The tears from their embrace Will drown you where you stand