The Face In The Embryo

I spent seventeen nights
Seventeen nights in the city
Watching the horizon beckon for a buck knife
To bludgeon it’s belly, to end the pregnancy
I’ve spent seventeen nights
Seventeen nights in the city
Watching the face in, the face in the embryo
Pleading for cesarean, traced by fleshy twilight
You can see it all from the rooftops
A threatening birth, a threatening birth
A swollen vagina in the sky
A threatening birth, a threatening birth
You can see it all from the rooftops
A threatening birth, a threatening birth
A swollen vagina in the sky
A threatening birth, a threatening birth
Three shades of blood to soak it’s death bed
Fiery red for the shutdown of the science, science, science bled sun
Viscous black for the sex lives of the science, science, science fed youth
Fiery red for the shutdown of the science, science, science bled sun
Viscous black for the sex lives…
Milk white for the impossible
Vista of the skyline as it shorted out, shorted out, shorted out
And was replaced by a network of newsprint
You can see it all from the rooftops
A threatening birth, a threatening birth
A swollen vagina in the sky
A threatening birth, a threatening birth
So close that you can smell the morphine in it’s veins
So close…