And when our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others   And the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers   Milk that sours is promptly spat   Light will fill our eyes like cats   Cataracts      And they shall enter from the back   With spears and scepters and squirming sacks   Scribs and tangles between their ears   Faceless crumbled charcoal smears   Oh, dear      Through the coppice and the chaparral   The thickets thick with mold   The bracken and the brier   Catchweed into the fold      When our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others   And the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers   Milk that sours is promptly spat   Light will fill our eyes like cats   Light will fill our eyes like cats   Cataracts