You Are All Princes
My ears smoke, awaiting the word
My eyes, the apparition

Why don't you speak?
Why hold your arms so
For chasing crows down
Mouth a hole of grief?

(Thirsty of the/First the other) ghost of ??????
Will they come down to me now?

Why don't you speak?
Why hold your arms so
For chasing crows down
Mouth a hole of grief?

Princes
You are all princes