Doors, the

An american prayer

Do you know how pale and wanton
thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you' ve
brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's claws

No more money,
no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
and loose obedience to a vegetable low

I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant family