writing Angels turn their heads

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

Enter again, the boundaries of my mind

Fear not for the discriminating foe

Nor the lambs to which sing songs of their demise

Or the feathered serpents that fly

Ever more the dreary, once more to see

In the Sun’s shine and Moon’s glow

A coward’s life is free

 

Enter again, this place, my home

Where men dance to the tunes of leopards

And dreams are that of cotton strung all about

So that now we take into notice, our time of this event

So past from when we walk, in solitude so benign

Of little baker’s bread to break upon the rocky roads

And all the while little angels sleeping there

With not a worry nor a care, for bloodshed here we see

 

Leave us now, the forgotten sons

And daughter’s whores of later years

Further loved and far from truth

However laid and brought to be

Mother hates you as we know

And Father fears you for what you are

 

So take no chance with life’s own accord

Bring the bottles hand in hand

Dance with fools and merry men

Forgotten sins which are to be

As all fall down to knife’s serrated edge

 

Little angels still far too asleep

Mother, Father, love me more

Your darling children, we

 

-David Favret