Santies

<br>She was so afraid<br><br>Since her mother, white with time,<br><br>Told her<br><br>She was a failure<br><br><br><br>She was so ashamed<br><br>Of everything she said<br><br>And everything she did<br><br>For her mother, white with time<br><br><br><br>Everything around her mother<br><br>White with time<br><br>And dirty<br><br>Her mother was greedy with dirt<br><br>Greedy<br><br><br><br>Then she heard choirs of angels<br><br>Singing choirs of angels<br><br>Greedy angels<br><br>Spitting glory on her failure<br><br>That stardust of failure<br><br>As if it was medicine that didnt work<br><br>Any way<br><br>Anyway<br><br>The windows<br><br>They were closed<br><br>And the midwives had locked their doors<br><br>They didnt understand<br><br>And after all, what was there to understand? <br><br>But the angels<br><br>Sheer choirs of angels<br><br>In a friendship<br><br>No, more than a friendship<br><br>It was a marriage<br><br>A marriage made in the grave<br><br><br><br>In the shivering night<br><br>The searching of the river continued<br><br>That bullet of searchlight<br><br>That searchlight<br><br>Found her so cockleshell and sure<br><br>Sick and tired of what she saw<br><br>But cockleshell and sure<br><br><br><br>Sure of what the world had offered a tired soul<br><br>From istanbul to madrid<br><br>From reykjavik, to bonn<br><br>To leipzig, to leningrad<br><br>To shanghai, pnonm penh<br><br>All so that it would be a stronger world<br><br>A strong, though loving, world<br><br>To die in