Crossbows
Maud The Moth
Tall tales will be the end of we
Tall heads on spikes or full of blackbirds burst
And light the way a little further
Cold girls crouch down on the ventilation grills
Insect souls with real pressing needs
Wasteland bonfires
Steel-street-lights light up
Your pride as a damp cigarette
Swallow me down, swallow me down
Fell asleep below her crown
In dark places like her heart
Crossed the tunnel, climbed the fence
The further we run the closer we get
With crossbow arms, and sour tongue
Reasons tie us to the lampposts
Open beaks project their long shadows
You learnt fast to live high
Now learn to live low
Open beaks reclaim their lost halos
As we burnt our masks, and brushed our wings
We sank in mud up to the knee
Your hands, my eyes, my years, your bridge
And as I lived through you, you drowned in me