Crook - 4° (Quarto)

WinterWhiteFather

Bony
Christ, his face is raw
Enough
The thicket veins pounded in with a claw

(He felt) Holy in the guts last night
The fall - primeval call:
Butter-yellow light capsized

You're sullied
You taste the bloodied mouth
You wring it out

winter-white fire
winter-white father

I'm tearing up

Hold me even hold me down
I can't stand now, father
Adorned in heavy crown

Sow me under native ground
I have nothing else
Stain of silent sound
You bullied
You're breaking, tearing out (it's not worry now)

winter-white fire
winter-white father

We could live in denial and be happy
We could swallow the words as they rise
We could swear that we never knew terror
Or we could say that a terror has died

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Writer(s): Crook
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