Their Thoughts

Through the bushes and branches Parents go to their child In the middle of graveyard Their lil' daughter lied Red and white flowers up tomb Smells so fresh and delay Then a ten years ago Her dense hair springs ox-eye Only ravens and blackworms Round girl's tomb drop tears Only aspen that there grows Little child's voices hears "I hate your voices Mom and dad I can to show you I'm not dead I want to eat your bowels mom You'll meet your apocalypse prom I want to eat your eyes dear father In grave my love belongs another Ten years ago I drowned in lake I'll try to fill your mouthes by slack You cannot help me that past winter Your souls I'll bring to devil's dinner After hours I'll come home dears Your Bible cross will flow by tears" Mommy put up tomb flower Daddy wipes out a tear "Sleep with calmness sweet our Sleep in dreamland oh dear