The Woods

We went the two of us into

The woods behind the little school

Two went in and one came home

We didn't go in there along.

Your eyes were lovely as you danced

with centipedes and little ants

we built a fort of lovers' teeth

and some of mother's sheets

I was a boy and I was good

But there are witches in these woods.

They followed us into the trees

wearing crowns of twigs and leaves

you and I were in the mud

And painted ourselves with spiders blood

your eyes were lovely, dark and dancing

pulling legs off salamaders

a little creature you once spun

to skin and bones and brains and blood

while witches they surrounded us

I was a boy and I was good

but there are witches in these woods.

The nights are lovely, dark and deep

But I'll appear when you're asleep

You'll wake up with a sudden hurt

With mouth and lungs all full of dirt

We went the two of us into

The woods behind the little school

Yet I'm still buried in the mud

Skin and bones and brains and blood