The voice that puts my world to worse Sits alien in the ear. The jugging hand that hoists my heart I exile to a hammered bier. The eye that sees my face as sodden I pluck and damn its tears. The ear that hears my each word a curse Whispers its own fear. When that eye, that hand, that crooked ear Misperceive my frame, I crack each red rib and fish within To kiss her soul again.