Mary Timony I Fire Myself
I fire myself 10 times a day
I throw myself in a watery grave
With 14 horses on top of my head
I hear the voice again and again.
I walk through the everlasting pit
By the mountain of fire and the fountain of spit
The pilgrims beside me just talk, talk, talk
I am the goblin and the mangled hawk.
A demon lured me into his bed
Where I fell into a poisoned sleep.
I dreamed of a river of ants inside me
And they were sad and starting to bleed.
In the dawn the demon spoke
In the saddest voice… he said,
Can you see love through a telescope?
The end of fear, and beginning of hope?
