Necklace Song to a former lover
you sing about deepness and air
porous wood living without man's shame
crannied in a woman's body
you claim the forest as your own
but find new frets
new tones
if I'm to hear your
forest strumming
listen
i become the necklace song
the knife is loosed
heads hang like shells
now sing Credo
to wearing of skulls
the ego beads of your selective mind
You have no voice and
no new song?
I lower you then
through snakeland
as you once let Eurydice fall
look not up but down to water
orfeo of ego
you mad sex of men
meet the Dark One
and the wet
clean blood
You have no voice and
no new song?
I lower you then
through snakeland
as you once let Eurydice fall
look not up but down to water
orfeo of ego
you mad sex of men
meet the Dark One
and the wet
clean blood
