Gettysburg address,

Flippant yellows,

In ties on the bed.

 

And heard the moon,

Crescent new borns,

Dead on the bed.

 

Believed,

Retrieved,

It's not for the faint of heart.

 

And in the meadow,

Fell on two,

Ears between eyes and feet too.

 

I hear the bells ringing,

Flippant display of ghastly mourning,

I am between it two.

 

In morning dew,

In Christmas daily,

Bereived and true.

 

Safe in you.