Crawling Song
You crushed the glass you cast
beneath my bleeding knees
I see it in the needles
of the brow knitters
in the blackdrops
of the love showers
Tell the bell bold singer
who rang too well
from the depths
to loose your crooked demons
lest they demonstrate
what melt on knees
God's given to the
so pliant prayers
who show their love
in a cruel crawl.
