Angel, she wore teeth and feathers Slid her claw into me I turned and salivated The way she dropped from the leaves I stumbled under her wing Prostrate, spread over the bare roots I have been king I wore the dove neck stem The way she clung to the leaves When I thought she was elevated Hung the precious in silence For so long in silence, for so long Find that rich soil Fumbled down into her ring Flute legs hung out from the branches I turned my head and salivated She wore the dove neck stem Hung like a wick hung from her neck Feathering, feathering There�s a fire in silence She was lord, she was lord Now she is plucked, hung and red