Ungirthed

The scent of my hands is familiar to prostrated men in their call to guide me their spirits from fire, fire, fire, fire whose speak was so tenderly whose speak was so tenderly coaxed The tinge of my eyes is familiar to prostrated men in their call to get close, close, close to their closetly homes Illuminate the worlds of the ghosts Ears ring and teeth click and ears ring and teeth click and ears, ears Ears ring and teeth click and ears ring and teeth click and ears ring and teeth click and ears ring and teeth click Ears, ears ring The air is familiar So is that smell Dead voices cover their bones Refill their quiet tones with vessels of earth and the cry of detritioning bones Dust off my necklace, familiar To culminated piles, To the culminated piles of bones that shift with the earthquakes and trembles, trembles and call these men up to their, and call these men up to their thrones The scent of my skin is familiar to prostrated men in their call to guide me their spirits from fire, fire, fire, fire whose speak was so tenderly whose speak was so tenderly coaxed The air is familiar So is that smell Dead voices cover their bones and refill their quiet tones with vessels of earth and ladies that they have ungirthed Ears ring and teeth click and ears ring and teeth click and ears ring and teeth click and ears ring and teeth click Ears, ears ring