So Much Warmer
dare you come to me with those empty arms
those same kind of bankrupt Christmas present ideas
beneath the naked light bulb,
in the drifted dust of domestic negligence
with the lie of love still fragrant on your lips?
I know you died of the cold here last December,
I was the one who found you.
I was the woodchopper
and you were my unfaithful heart
I was out in the yard
wrestling with a green bough;
you would have died in my arms
had my axe been keener.
why do you remain here
what little there was left
was boxed and given away
or draped in white linen.
I was the caretaker
and you were my guilty friend
now everything is juxtaposed
and lust is nothing but the hollow echo
once made by chains
so, why do you remain here
when the grave is so much warmer?
dare you come to me with those empty arms
those same kind of bankrupt Christmas present ideas
beneath the naked light bulb,
in the drifted dust of domestic negligence
with the lie of love still fragrant on your lips?
I know you died of the cold here last December,
I was the one who found you.
I was the woodchopper
and you were my unfaithful heart
I was out in the yard
wrestling with a green bough;
you would have died in my arms
had my axe been keener.
why do you remain here
what little there was left
was boxed and given away
or draped in white linen.
I was the caretaker
and you were my guilty friend
now everything is juxtaposed
and lust is nothing but the hollow echo
once made by chains
so, why do you remain here
when the grave is so much warmer?
