behind the grate, breaking the silence the perfect site for a courthouse he didn't know what she would say the forest was a forbidden place fingernails painted black downstairs, in the cubbyhole a thin skim of muddy water strangers trampling on my feet i have dragged myself up i have carried away impressions skin yellow and eyes like dark bulbs clinks and scrapes come from below twisting the twinkling diamond necklace it's not hard to imagine blood from my t-shirt the meat inside it it's the law of the jungle here life, embattled against death babbling at the edge of a dream