You came tumbling outwards across the bedsheets across our mother's bruised, bloodroot thighs, while I gathered courage inside the omphalos, too crooked and sorry to move
You came tumbling and I was sorry, avoiding the knife and the guilt of a wound You came tumbling and I was sorry Broke my first breath on the shrub of a butcher's broom
And though we never meant to chew off the lids of your eyes Castor and Pollux they spat jewels upon us, and raided the umbrial skies
And now we're forced to mend the holes for the souls of the blind, while we sit enamoured with jewels spat and battered, wet with the phlegm of divine
Tiresias, we are not to blame One's your foe and one's your flame, and though the wetnurse cried complained of teeth marks on her fertile frame You came tumbling and I was sorry Broke my first breath in the spawn of a plastic womb
Indelicate get over it! Tomorrow is gone it's all lost and forgotten The shit of it will make you sick We'll laggle our tongues as we beg for forgiveness
Tiresias we are not to blame (You came tumbling and I was sorry) How did you know that her womb was all rotten? One's your foe and one's your flame (You came tumbling and I was sorry) We'll crease all her corners and stuff her with cotton And though the wetnurse cried, complained (You came tumbling and I was sorry) (And babies make milk cries and cry when forgotten) of teeth marks on her fertile frame (You came tumbling and I was sorry) Exposing the teeth to the gums that gnawed on them You came tumbling and I was sorry Broke my first breath on the shrub of a butcher's broom