now what kind of county line holds her remains?
Animals Need Animals - Frontier Ruckus
The teeth of your black ditch are sweet like the rest
Of the thin-lipped, sharp-hipped
Fierce things that animals show --
White like the laughter of smoke in the chest
Long after
The brightness of the fields' teeth go.
The child-mother yells in vi'lent madness,
But your tight skin confessed not a vein in your chest
And the way that your breast did hang low.
Animals need animals before the winter comes.
The metal air swarms across those plains.
My long-necked, freckle-specked, heavy-chested, trust-invested sows her
breath into my chest and hums.
Now what kind of county line
Holds her remains?
Your grey frame in winter is delicately hued.
Your eyes are so wearisome:
The greens have all blued.
And what could it mean
That they once were so green,
And now they're just starving for food?
And I am hungry too
For you.
The teeth of your black ditch are sweet like the rest
Of the thin-lipped, sharp-hipped
Fierce things that animals show --
White like the laughter of smoke in the chest
Long after
The brightness of the fields' teeth go.
The child-mother yells in vi'lent madness,
But your tight skin confessed not a vein in your chest
And the way that your breast did hang low.
Animals need animals before the winter comes.
The metal air swarms across those plains.
My long-necked, freckle-specked, heavy-chested, trust-invested sows her
breath into my chest and hums.
Now what kind of county line
Holds her remains?
Your grey frame in winter is delicately hued.
Your eyes are so wearisome:
The greens have all blued.
And what could it mean
That they once were so green,
And now they're just starving for food?
And I am hungry too
For you.