Your broken fingers
Trembling at the spine
Of a girl long dead
On a path you built yourself
And all the king's horses and all the king's men
Come to your aid
And all the king's horses and all the king's men
Come to only your aid
Liar
You are
My liar
In the garden with my blood at the stem
A blessing, I could be pulled down as a flower on your stem
Is Zion so much closer than I knew?