Clay in a perfect suit

Shake hands, reach the womb


On your loudest day

When they laude you to tears of disbelief

You will end your life

On your knees, hide a hint of that grace 


And it's safe for now

The old houses and evening drink

Your vacations paid

By the gentle dictator you thank


You loved that life


Thrilled at the bone beneath your feet


Don't look to brave

Don't look at all when I squeeze your throat

And say, "My god, you've been so bad

Was it worth what you have forgotten?"


Skin, sliding warm

Moving curve, crushes doubt

Clay, come with us

It is time, say goodbye

Fall from the blade

To the floor, to the grave