I know where you are lover
unjustly caged in, young lioness,
alone without need
of champion
or cub.
Before you stands the mountain
inside you lies
the
sea.
What to do with all that fire,
burn the effigy?
Alight the bridge?
Abscond to the Isle,
cut your hair and
change your name?
I say run, siren,
go mad with womanhood,
shout into the silent depths
pull the stars into your stomach
and the sky across your eyes.
They
will
know
you
were
here.
From dust we came and
to dust we'll go
give em' hell kid
in
between.
Give it all away and
and when you're done
I'll have a shoulder for your burden
and a place
for your weary
head.