Lifecycles, Pt. I (Ab Ovum)
Matthew Canning
Raise your heads
My shivering sons
My stuttering ones
And tell me you see it
I see no beekeepers
No farmers' daughters
No oil beneath our feet
No welcome reprieve
From extinction fatigue
Or the company we keep
Why can't you see it
Visions of a hole
Organs in a hole
Surrounded by ravens, silent and waiting
And in a way I became them
The farmers' daughters
The plow beneath our feet
The welcome reprieve
From extinction fatigue
And the company we keep
Why can't you see it
