Every time I see
Bread baked upon my knee
I recoil at the lie
But any time there'll be
A body next to me
It will wake and I will smile
Making do, I skirt
Pools awash with dirt
Innocent in despair
Then I'm behind you
And I'm on top of you
I am everywhere
The next train will leave
An hour before they'll see
But I no longer care
Because I see my wheat
Caked, since torn and leaked
Crowning your muddied hair