Sleep Sleep - Anastasia Minster

Sleep\nA pillow of cold rocks\nA tight wooden box\nA firm earthen bed\nDead child dead\nA mouthful of sand\nTiny white hands\nA young poplar root\nGrasp my foot\nBut there, o there above\nThe swarm of flies drones\nThe beast once loved\nComes digging the bones\nBut no scream\nThe blue tongue curling numb\nO, in that sleep\nWhat dreams may come?\nA place\nWhere no sun beams\nThe scattered dreams\nThe small broken birds\nThe songs unheard\nA pillow of cold rocks\nA tight wooden box\nA firm earthen bed\nSleep, sleep, sleepyhead\nLyrics by Anastasia Minster