I Hear

A butchers grin from ear to ear No one outside who can hear Don't you think your time has come - I hear - Powders melt inside the cup Don't you think she's drunk too much Touch the lips that blueish cold She's not too old Turn the gas on high speed Shut the windows tightly Wrap the babies safe and warm - I hear - Pull the wings off lightly Break the bones politely Don't you think the time has come To raise the line A sweethearts sharpened kiss Twenty-four marks on her breast