His Grinning Skull

How can you pine anymore?

It is beautiful

and for all

unavoidable

so these are his bones

and his grinning skull

so now he is home

to the bluebottles

he who was your bull

and made the shadows run

and I understand

In all things he was quite the man

but now perched on his skull

he now wears cuckold's horns

and they're growing full

pushing through the soil

pools gathering round my knees

temptation leers at me from every door

so these are his bones

why won't you leave them alone?

worms crowding her feet

trying to pull me back to their holes

tap-tapping in the room below

nothing more than dead piles of bones

saying:

'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'

'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'

'I'll eat this young whelp's heart'

HEAVE-HO

HEAVE-HO

with fists for spades we raid his grave

with big black boots we stomp the roots

with fists for spades we raid his grave

with big black boots we stomp the roots

and HEAVE-HO

HEAVE-HO

HEAVE-HO

HEAVE-HO

HEAVE-HO

heave-ho