Pick up sticks,
And lilies,
Tied to lies,
And tied to stones,
With dampness,
And humans,
And monsters,
Beaks and broke wings,
Fresh wounds,
And nakedness
Marry snakes,
Besiege my stronghold,
Mold my murder,
Your alibi,
As I cut your throat,
Throw me to the street,
And make out with Jack the Ripper,
In the gutter.
