We ask to speak in spurs of moments,

it always sounds reversed

as if nothing else is cursed as well

our cells and ceiling first

we sink in heights; in urgency

still we're living worse.

.

how in the hell you're always heard

when we've no path

we follow hers

.

I cried to the window once again,

then repeated the curse words.

She talked only in verse to say

to be is to be nursed

and "I'll give you a fee, hand over

crafts or do be burned."

.

It's not the queen herself we serve

for honey sweet

is well deserved

.

he begs us some with herbs for leaves,

sings us songs that blur.

And in the light

his hands get a shadow

and that one mimes a bird.

.

You know we sacrifice don't mutter

yell what you deserve

it's always night it seems, my gutter

gold shines e'en in dirt.