Pj Harvey Prayer At The Gate
As childhood died the new-born year
Made The Soldier reappear
The ash embowered night and day
As at the five-bar gate she prayed;
Wyman-Elvis, am I worthy?
Wyman, speak your wordle to me
Elms unveiled in secret places
A thousand soonere-children's faces
And drisk enshrouded in its cloak
Holway, river, brook and oak
And all souls under Orlam's reign
Made passage for the born again
So look behind and look before
At life a-knocking at death's door
And teake towards your dark-haired Lord
Forever bleeding with The Word
