Psychosis

I still wear your teeth
at my neck, at my throat
Sometimes I’m almost so sure
Out the corner of my eye
Do the bruises still show?
Piercing and dark
You’re the caw of the crow
or The mangled old toad
or The stubborn young goat
and you’re playing my bones
Like the church organs back home

Oh, bring me home

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