somebody stole my sister clean away
leaped over the judge's gavel
with that little girl in a sack over his shoulder.
he oughtta been in that courtroom himself, but he
he came to collect a little girl not even his own,
threw that burlap over her head and carried her off.
your eye is on the sparrow as
he skids around the skies,
but look aways down the tracks
to the ditch where brian sleeps
peel back the shell of my father's
dried-up walnut mind
pinpoint the dark thing hovering
over my waters
strip away her fog as a snake sheds
its scales
is this blasphemy? cos what i'm asking is this:
if you can, why is it just your eye that's on us?
