I Saw Into The Grave Grave
adapted from a poem by Richard Harris
music by Faxed Head
I saw into the grave
grave
the day I first struck light
felt woe as time grew
clear
in the belfry
of my unmade brain
sucked
gall from the flooded tit
of a hanging cancer matron moon
grew
bitter in my flesh
as I grew hoarse in my throat
crying
vengeance in my mother-hold
drowning in tides of foam
across the fevered flowers of coming age
Struck dumb the mouthing
kisses
of my elders bending low
in love at cradle height
tore the napkin from my crotch
placed a jock-strap
deep
in my challenged male
cursed God his choice
blasted
the blessed in his will