Horses in the Ground

The room it unearths
 undresses me slowly
 I beg them to cut my throat
 We crawl through the ground
 our bodies are worthless
 the gaunt sky is treading oil
 Let us dispel the question
 and make him ready for its arms
 The purging love
 that stops the heart
 opens the cracks of my aim
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 Yes I've understood
 with noose and with sickle
 The beauty we saw down there
 We hung from our feet
 and bled into buckets
 our daughters were holding flowers
 Let us dispel the question
 and make him ready for its arms
 The purging love
 that stops the heart
 opens the cracks of my aim
 I rip up the sails
 from the frozen ground
 We drift in damp stone
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 to the sound of blood
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 The wet mouth is black
 its whispering my name
 to leap through the rain at dusk
 Let us dispel the answer now
 to make him ready
 for the arms that break
 The purging hand
 that shows the way
 points to our open graves