I Am Weighed Down By Sin

I believe in the birds and the bees

The fiddle in the middle

And death by degrees

The ferryman and pheromones

And thick, sticky leaves

I am weighed down by sin

I can barely raise my head

I can barely lift my voice

I can barely shake my fist

I am weighed down by sin

Dug into a hole on stolen land

Deep and dark and silent like dad

Glinting like an iceberg with my face to the sun

Nine-tenths buried and four-fifths done

All my fine words

All my facts and friends

All my born days

I am weighed down by sin

Bright bones breaking in a cauldron of fur

Earthworm turning in the ribcage of a bird

Where the rattlers seethe where the rats teethe

Where the angels breed where the stars breathe

There’s a time to crawl home

There a time to say goodbye

There’s a time to play dead

I am weighed down by sin