Sister, I see that you look just like me
Sibling so sweetly we stand
You sway like my hips, you taste like my lips
My finger it slips from its hand
In belly we bred, in birth we were wed,
In skin we have fed from above
What mother'd conceive of the bodies we'd weave?
What father could grieve for our love?
Lover, I see that your eyes buzz like bees
Your honeycomb skeleton frame
No fruit trees will grow where your fragile feet go
The flowers all fold up in shame
The willows will weep where we take our sleep
The milk cows will not dare to tread
Home is an ember I can not remember
Here's now where we'll hang our heads