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Oh, pick me up I'm this bundle of sticks |
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Tied with the stems of clover and brambles |
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Oh, pick me up I'm this bundle |
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Wrapped in shrouds of muscle |
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And patched with cedars and shadows |
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Patched for a million miles |
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Waiting like a praying mantis |
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To be found by a curious child |
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Those tiny ones with open-eyed wonder |
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Like the jaws of a yawning coyote |
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Or a cactus blooming early |
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And loving dawn like a mother |
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Loving dawn like a mother |
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And wishing that rain was the answer |
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And loving dawn like a mother |
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Loving dawn like a mother |
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And wishing that rain was the answer |
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And in curious jars we're a spinning'n 'n 'n |
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Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness |
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Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness |
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And singing for stillness |
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Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness |
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Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness |
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And making up a still bed, making up a still bed |
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So I'm notching my spine with thorns pulled from |
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your thumb, notching my spine with thorns pulled |
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from your thumb, and I am swallowing my, I'm |
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swallowing my bees down |
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I'm buckling my, I'm buckling my knees up |
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I'm eating my own hide to hide in my own skin |
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I'm eating my own hide to hide in my own skin |
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'Till I am left a hanging |
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Upside down and draining |
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Like skinned does a dangling |
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From a hunters oak limb |
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Like my sisters those does, woven in red shrouds |
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Wearing bare ribbons of tightly wrapped muscles |
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And bearing the burden of being that gift from the forest |
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That turns humans wooden when opened |
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So can you, can you, can you tell me? |
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So can you, can you, can you tell me? |
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If it's easier to be emptier but lighter |
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Or if it's easier to be the lantern or the fire |
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If it's easier to be a lover or an echo |
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If it's easier to be the bull or the fighter |
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Or if it's easier to die by arrows or by tigers |
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If it's easier to fly by monarchs or by sparrows |
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By monarchs or by sparrows |
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Oh, let me know |
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And there's a grizzly bearing in me |
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There's a grizzly bearing in me |
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And in you and in us and in we |
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In you and in us and in we |
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Grizzly paws hide me |
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Grizzly paws hold me |
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Grizzly cradles me |
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Raising my like an offering |
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Of a bundle of sticks to the sun |
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Of a bundle of sticks to the sun, to the sun |
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Now I'm sewing, sewing, sewing medicine bundles |
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With grass threads and porcupine quills |
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I'm filling them up with galaxy beams |
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And with all the stars you've snuffed |
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And all the ghosts you've been |
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With every shape you've morphed |
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And all the trees you've stumped |
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I'm filling them up with all the blood |
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Your heart has pumped and pumped |
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And with all of the love that your mouth has rushed |
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With all of the voices that your ears have rung |
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With all of the life that your dirt has sprung |
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And with all of the magic that your gardens have grown |
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I'm filling up these bundes with all the seeds |
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You've sewn, and sewn, and sewn |
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All the roots you've webbed and all the wind |
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You've blown, and blown, and blown |
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All the roots you've webbed and all the wind you've blown |
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And I'm filling up these bundles with all the twins you've born |
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With every brother lost and all the organs you've loaned |
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With every brother lost and all the organs you've loaned |
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So, pick us up we're these bundles |
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Tied with the stems of clover and brambles |
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Oh, pick us up we're these bundles |
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Wrapped in shrouds of muscles |
