whitewash broken by a gate the heavy love the feather hate my baptism in martin lake the father son i aspirate i saw it moving through the trees i held tight to my sister s sleeve the broken jaw of history now wired for man s own puppetry so bind my hands with cotton rope and cast me to the sea see if i can float i ll haunt your memory belie your certainty the tips of branches flaming high and puncturing the veil of night they searched for markings on my thigh fed dogs a cake of piss and rye said i d walked the woods alone and bowed before the devil s throne and writ my name upon his page and took to heart a pagan s plague oh so force me down upon my knees and stuff my mouth with rags and bid the fire breathe the wind will carry me beyond your big empty who do you think who do you think you are family bible christ around your neck rearview mirror rosary holy water killing spree peace be with you i went out singing silent night i went out with a strange delight so swollen by the urge for breath so taken by the charms of death the minister then wrung his robe and searched the sky for heaven s dove yet none but ravens flew on high and sh t upon the ground nearby