Bundles

Oh, pick me up I'm this bundle of sticks
 Tied with the stems of clover and brambles
 Oh, pick me up I'm this bundle
 Wrapped in shrouds of muscle
 And patched with cedars and shadows
 Patched for a million miles
 Waiting like a praying mantis
 To be found by a curious child
 Those tiny ones with open-eyed wonder
 Like the jaws of a yawning coyote
 Or a cactus blooming early
 And loving dawn like a mother
 Loving dawn like a mother
 And wishing that rain was the answer
 And loving dawn like a mother
 Loving dawn like a mother
 And wishing that rain was the answer
 And in curious jars we're a spinning'n 'n 'n
 Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness
 Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness
 And singing for stillness
 Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness
 Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness
 And making up a still bed, making up a still bed
 So I'm notching my spine with thorns pulled from
 Your thumb, notching my spine with thorns pulled
 From your thumb, and I am swallowing my, I'm
 Swallowing my bees down
 I'm buckling my, I'm buckling my knees up
 I'm eating my own hide to hide in my own skin
 I'm eating my own hide to hide in my own skin
 'Till I am left a hanging
 Upside down and draining
 Like skinned does a dangling
 From a hunters oak limb
 Like my sisters those does, woven in red shrouds
 Wearing bare ribbons of tightly wrapped muscles
 And bearing the burden of being that gift from the forest
 That turns humans wooden when opened
 So can you, can you, can you tell me?
 So can you, can you, can you tell me?
 If it's easier to be emptier but lighter
 Or if it's easier to be the lantern or the fire
 If it's easier to be a lover or an echo
 If it's easier to be the bull or the fighter
 Or if it's easier to die by arrows or by tigers
 If it's easier to fly by monarchs or by sparrows
 By monarchs or by sparrows
 Oh, let me know
 And there's a grizzly bearing in me
 There's a grizzly bearing in me
 And in you and in us and in we
 In you and in us and in we
 Grizzly paws hide me
 Grizzly paws hold me
 Grizzly cradles me
 Raising my like an offering
 Of a bundle of sticks to the sun
 Of a bundle of sticks to the sun, to the sun
 Now I'm sewing, sewing, sewing medicine bundles
 With grass threads and porcupine quills
 I'm filling them up with galaxy beams
 And with all the stars you've snuffed
 And all the ghosts you've been
 With every shape you've morphed
 And all the trees you've stumped
 I'm filling them up with all the blood
 Your heart has pumped and pumped
 And with all of the love that your mouth has rushed
 With all of the voices that your ears have rung
 With all of the life that your dirt has sprung
 And with all of the magic that your gardens have grown
 I'm filling up these bundes with all the seeds
 You've sewn, and sewn, and sewn
 All the roots you've webbed and all the wind
 You've blown, and blown, and blown
 All the roots you've webbed and all the wind you've blown
 And I'm filling up these bundles with all the twins you've born
 With every brother lost and all the organs you've loaned
 With every brother lost and all the organs you've loaned
 So, pick us up we're these bundles
 Tied with the stems of clover and brambles
 Oh, pick us up we're these bundles
 Wrapped in shrouds of muscles