Justin Currie At Home Inside Me
Crows capturing buildings
and rats camped in a drain
Fireflies caught and cannoned in the rain
Seams of secret people
awaiting the shafts that set them free
They make themselves a home inside of me
Armies of children
and ghosts of Suffragettes
Make merry in the cauldron of my chest
Bodies dumped in ditches
and stowaways at sea
They make themselves a home inside of me
They make themselves a home inside of me
A fistfight at a wedding
A killing on the stairs
The brilliant spark
at the start of love affairs
Your tenderness's blessing
and your assassin's accuracy
They make themselves a home inside of me
They make themselves a home inside of me
