This wind won’t let us be. Knowing the debt Our flesh owes, it’s come to collect. Batters The door. Hungry for bounty. Headbutting walls While we bury the bed. Lie above it as nothing
You kept us in check alright. Hugged us With a thuggery unrivalled on our street. You'd bruise with your bellow, lurching through bedrooms; Knuckling at dusters; Rubbing spit upon faces;