brother fly [1997]

These little wiry hairs that grow on my shins
I didn't want your sweet fruit anyway
Prickle the back of my hand like tiny pins
I didn't come here to be treated like this
Pierce my exoskeleton, prop it up to dry
I didn't see your quick giant hands
My many many eyes gazing just beyond the sky
I didn't ask for your little gas chamber
Blankly staring, not really wishing
Those raindrops were striking my back
Just be sad for what I am missing
Those flowers in bloom in that courtyard
Instead that music bursting my delicate ears
Those flies in heat swarming the sun
Instead that bulb drying my delicate tears
I can be free if I just push a little harder.