In the warmth in the cold while the others grow old
I am knitting myself a new spine.
Cerberus
Clicks with curious lisps
As Hades projects his cool shine
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In the warmth in the cold where the shutters are bold
I am stitching my ribs up with twine
My mothers and mothers
And sisters and others
Rolled over to Zeus with their rings flashing gold
And begged that I stand for my crime.
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In my warmth in the cold where lovers sprout mold
Up my back I am marching a line
They’ve all gone away
Sent Dionysus to play
I sit him in a corner away from my work
To occupy himself with whine.
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In the frigid blue cold where my brothers were sold
I am knitting myself a new spine.
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