blink, fuzzy outlines of editable estuaries, inhale slow to anger quick to save, today's freeman tomorrow's slave. Our young men die close together, arms, legs and lungs entangled in one harmonous death march. A door opens, welcome home son, what is left of home? She was only five when the family cat died, they stuffed her and put her on the wall, a vague statement about love and what it means to be a little girl, when she was born into this world she was surronded by lions hungry for her death, prostitution, and corruption. She breathes in her first breath of life and death simultaneously, skip to my lou my darling, skip to my love, skip to my love, all in all the lions only wanted a small piece of her life she was free to live the rest as she pleased. a beautiful gazelle falls, neck snapped, muscles limp and unresponsive, taken up in jaw and paw, that's my girl, thats my girl, she was my world, she was mein welt. A young girl swings back and forth light filtering through her hair like sunlight thorough so many grains of straw.. She says push me daddy, push me but all she is swinging towards is a black hole in the middle of the tire swing, daddys not home, daddys not home. She ist mein welt, sie ist mein welt. one day out of the lion God will carve a lamb, obidenient, tame and loving. But for now I must give my life to kill lions and use them to dress my house and body because I will not let lions devour little girls, I will not let young children fall through black holes in tire swings, I will not let love die in the garage in a running car scared and alone. Blink, weep dust into deserted deserts left to rust, inhale angery fumes of imaginary fires, cuckaburra, cuckaburra on the old gum tree, on the old gum tree won't you come down and make this world real for me, how did you form her heart? she is my world.
written and peformed in spoken word by: andrew kerr copyright 2009 apollo productions.
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