Morning bright, rise
Go over your lines
Iron your carefully crafted disguise
We'd all like to sing
It's easy to sigh; to sprinkle a handful of plausible lies
Our buildings will rise,
Poke out our own eyes
Publicly smile and privately frown
A weeping reprise
Please hear my cries;
I'd like to pull just this one building down
So turn off the sky
Head in my hands
Night keep me warm
White window-sill
Blinded by heart
Cut my hair short
"Eyeless in Gaza with the slaves at the mill"