Hum

The police are gonna wound me And the minister will heal me But I think he’ll do it equally Violently Should I ask him to? Only one will lay claim to me Only one will choicelessly be song Police say no! I cannot spare a thought Spare though, spare thought Was I born a roach? A belly-crawling grub? Just as I suppose I hear a holy hum of: Dust thy essence off! You are gladly so! You are biting none! Softest teeth I know! It’s in the artist soul! It fits there I should know! In all your decent days! It was in every one! A love that isn’t waiting On my shook soul At the nave and at the navel Him I know Been a little leaden lately He can’t bite down on my soul At least he eats the bread crumbs That I throw! Lay loose - it’s all I’d ever do Forever! God loves the aching ones He loves the aching ones Police said they’d cut things off Am I an aching one? It’s a limb that I’d like to offer It’s a limb that I’d like to lose I don’t care about fools and father It’s a lib that I’d like to lose