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Elbows

from Bigots Under My Bed by Bigots

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Mind you
There’s a piano on your head
It’s been around since you’ve been dead
Since the start of the spring
Damn you
You were my favourite employee
Always looked up onto me
Now the leaves

Cover all that’s left of your bones
What were your thighs
What were your elbows
And this terrible, rotten smell trigging tears in my eye
Tells me I wasn’t brought here to die

Find me
A set of footsteps I can trace
Autostrada into space through a hole in the ceiling
And hide me
Before the hibernation’s through
All the bears come out for you
Come to pick

Feast on all that’s left of your bones
What were your thighs
What were your elbows
And if by mere coincidence I never catch their eye
I’ll know I wasn’t brought here to die

And if one day I wake up to find myself turned to a fly
I am here to change
I’m not here to die

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from Bigots Under My Bed, released January 14, 2021

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