The bodies are sitting in the back
Not yet
Calling and loving are the same to me
A chick crawls under a hen’s wing
Not yet
When it is demanded
A chick crawls under a hen’s wing
There’s a crunching beneath the feet
When it is demanded
I sit here
There’s a crunching beneath the feet
The tiny condescending human.
I sit here
Calling and loving are the same to me
The tiny condescending human.
The bodies are sitting in the back