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Our home is a jagged mouth, 
streaming out pleas to the dead 
We are misshapen teeth 
uprooting ourselves 

But we could have spent our time 
burying strangers instead 
We would've settled in 
and found out our names 

But calm your heart 
The dark is still the dark 

We'd told our sons to wait their turns, 
like eager months lined up in herds 
to age our skin and stretch us out. 
They never get tired of stretching us out. 

We read the braille with our bare feet 
It would not teach us how to see, 
But we finally realized ourselves. 

Varuna is counting the notches and nicks in our planks. 
Do we deserve the grave, 
or the table you set for the liars 
and unloving husbands and wives? 
They hadn't seen themselves 
They couldn't have known. 

But face that fact, 
Every branch you cut grows back. 

And we're growing into the thought 
that we're cast like iron,
forced into these shapes. 

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from Varuna, track released November 30, 2010

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