I'll shine this rope for a home
that calls like a bird,worked like a mule
chewing the dawn to the bone
I'll shine this rope for applause
rain for the hike,rain for the fall
dragging that weight to the shore
I'll shine this rope for awards
given for sleep,sinking ships and the sport
towing her grief into war
I'll shine this rope for the son
that breathes factory without alarm
and reeking of deserter charm
I'll shine this rope for the swine
caked in shit,clawing at heels
grooming their pride for the climb
I'll shine this rope for an heir
salvage the dirt,shoulder the load
like that mountain was never there
I'll shine this rope for the womb
a robe of routine thicker than mud
from the crash watch a heretic bloom
I'll shine this rope for a feast
shaped of rituals and massacre heat
as i mine the chest of the beast
I'll shine this rope for a taste
cranking the bell,back of the heart
where hope has turned blacker than waste
