gray eyes link these sharp dawns   bird-chested   these cornered arms   half-lit, mirthless, marksman   o[?]bending[?] chute, & charm      i took your portrait from the wall   and your picture at the window   sucked your lemon dry and wept   deep in the hall      who would swallow my life?   and leave me as a child   in the whale i can see the bone   and the muscle in dim-light      who would swallow my life?   and leave me here to die   in these arms i can feel my home   breaking from inside      in these arms i can feel my home   breaking from inside      who would swallow my life?   and leave me here to die   in these arms i can feel my home   breaking from inside