Folded Claws - Robert Pollard

3 steps inside

Where the ageless engraver

Inscribes what now i know

Ink from the rose

For the eulogies

Written on pages

Now seem gone

And come to us down from them

High praise to backlash

Heal my head

So scream the masses

Heal my head

I come out shrivilized

Though not quick to finder

Try just sit still

I’m to know her

These aren’t faces of hostages

You can’t just tell

Shaking the length of the dream

Sorting through levels between

Hanging around