Out on a limb with
A twelve foot drop,
A man stopped by
On his way to the shop.

Ravens for feet,
Rain in my teeth;
My blood in the mud
By a road that’s beneath.

I can see further
Than I’ve ever been,
Flooding the fields,
A tide’s coming in.

I looked through your eyes,
The eyes of my lord,
And I was appalled
By all that you saw.

A blind woman cried,
Malodorous skin,
A crowd on the roadside
Makes bets for my sin.

My ribs became food
To nourish a thought,
Out on a limb with
A twelve foot drop.