Born Gold I: Ferocious Body
Oh, will you say I'm old
You ferocious body?
Inside this cruel winter's digits
How did you hide your fever?
Hiss like black wasps
Above the crest
Of thighs slumbering half-shut
Your white wide-open eyes
Hiss like black wasps
I couldn't shake
The sense we were just circumstance
I couldn't shake
The ashes from your cigarette
Oh, will you say I'm old
With a weakling's fever?
Oh, will you say I'm old?