He was delivered
Where the cats could whine
And hold what was under
the ground
His warmth orders the last tear
My legs sink, forgive the last sheep
His eyes take what had just touched the sin
The laughter was a fearful place

I was delivered
Pure silence in our own dirt
My eyes sculptured his vision
It destroyed me as if I were held
By my own soul

We were brought by clean ashes
Dying like a sleeping mountain
He held my hand
So beautifully the secret held its disgrace