Poor Thing. To Die And Never See

Women Are Born Twice.

The Silence Is Death. It Comes Each Day With Its Shock To Sit On My Shoulder, A White Bird, And Peck At The Black Eyes And The Vibrating Red Muscle Of My Mouth.

Please God, We're All Right Here. Please Leave Us Alone. Don't Send Death In His Fat Red Suit And His Ho-ho Baritone.

God Owns Heaven But He Craves The Earth.

I Am Torn In Two But I Will Conquer Myself.