The Pig-Showbread

i know the way inside my heart but nothing seems to get that far I've spent my life down on my back It falls asleep, it pops and cracks And when the sun comes up again My body dries and shrivels Then some nice man is over me So I throw up and giggle there was a time when i was blank and see-through but never white as snow just made of rippled glass i thought that it was sealed, but now i know in goes a tiny seed that splits open with rotten spice and sage and then the numbness is consuming me just like a sweeping plague my soul is cheap, lay on top of me I peel myself up off the floor Say "I can't do this anymore" But then my soul has run away So I lay down another day