A sickroom hush, a holiday glow

Whither thou goest I will go

Whither thou wish inside,

We will follow



It is to be on one thing only

On the road to God knows where

Some are happy, some are late and

Those wish death upon themselves



Here is law, it is spoken in a growl choked

Her paws have strayed in her sleeve

And in my mouth her cloak

The claws swift deny themselves a shallowness

Which recalled the television or the room alone

In which they preened unmoving fours

My loving tongue



Convolutions may arise

The skull is echoing with webs

And the third wave flushed the thing out

Everybody jump and shout

Scream my name above the din,

Above the engine's carnal din

Above the calves who bleed their lungs out

Baa baa, moo moo, baa baa baa