Torn Wheat Leaked

Every time I see Bread baked upon my knee I recoil at the lie But any time there'll be A body next to me It will wake and I will smile Making do, I skirt Pools awash with dirt Innocent in despair Then I'm behind you And I'm on top of you I am everywhere The next train will leave An hour before they'll see But I no longer care Because I see my wheat Caked, since torn and leaked Crowning your muddied hair