Blood / Chest - William Fitzsimmons

Come quickly flood to drawn

This soylent heart I’ve found

Sinks me down like stone

To burden you no more

Come specter’s, all surround

This quickening, furrowed ground

With broken mind and tongue

The creature I’ve become

You are the blood in my chest

The bird gathering nest

The sea which won’t rest

Till I’m home

Come over carry on

This picayune passing dawn

And haunt this hollow hole

The dance with me your ghost