Child, Surrender

Mary, am I a flower?
Mary, am I a gorgeous flower to you, too?

Mary, unpick my hair
Mary, unpick my unwashed hair
With your fingernails like snow

Mary, will I make up my body in time?
My bones are black, I'm close behind

Again, together, again, the prayer
Again, the silence wets my hair

Oh, the tune, the breath
The rhythm
The dead one dying, crying
The other denying
The metal hits, the throat licks
The rising pitch
Father permits the guard to sleep
The womb to weep
To learn the toll, to turn to coal
And all is red, and nothing is said
The beat is tender

Oh, the tune, the breath
The rhythm
The dead one dying, crying
The other denying
The metal hits, the throat licks
The rising pitch
Father permits the guard to sleep
The womb to weep
To learn the toll, to turn to coal
And all is red, and nothing is said
The beat is tender
Child, surrender



Credits
Writer(s): Tino Takla
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