Lock Up

I’m going to lock it up I’m going to build walls No, sky scrapers Im going to surround it with thorns And fire will burn all the way around I’m going to lock it Turn the rusty key Watch it crumble into rust, dust Break and fall away Pulverized, into dirt I’m going to lock it up I’m going to lock it up So deep and jailed in With bricks, stacked Cemented by hands Clenched, bones, white hot knuckled Red and white, stuffed inside Jammed and thrust into seclusion You’ll never find it, or greet The soft petals with your touch The pink veined and venomed things Which would shutter and shirk away Locked and twisted and bound And hidden, smashed into a trunk Is that enough? Is that enough? I’m going to lock it up These angels you’ll never find Go on, search with those yellow eyes Those blue and hateful cold dead northern eyes Rheumy with desire and death crusted over Look and watch it fail in the light Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up Watch it fade away into the shard of a memory And vanish into the air like a breath