Higher Power

She dreams of the womb 
But no comfort there 
When from foetus was shoved down 
And knocked to the ground 
Claims crowns 
Not of glory 
But shame 
From the shallows 
In vain she is crying 
For someone to blame 
In vain she is dying 
A hollow remains 

Tie a knot in your pillow 
And sing me to sleep 
By the rivers of willow 
Where red poppies weep 
Cuts her arrows 
From ashes 
From birches she's grown 
To respect in the fear sense 
From fear she was grown 
And he cuts off her shoots 
And her buds as they sprout 
And he buckles her petals 
So words can't slip out 

And her sap is of venom 
She's bursting with rage 
With each wound drips the sap 
As each word fills the page 
And she's gathering armies 
Of junkies and whores And her weapons are tarnished 
With scars from past wars 

She turns off the meter 
And shuts out the light 
And she's measuring feet 
For the phoenix last flight