In the eye of the storm,
In the belly of the beast,
You sat at my table,
You had food to eat,
I stood there politely,
I watched with blue eyes,
You spat it back at me,
Oh what a surprise,
Now back in the kitchen,
I made something else,
Laid it before you,
Can’t eat it myself,
You open up wide,
Full of hunger and greed,
You swallow it down,
Then slipped to your knees,
I watched you convulsing,
I saw through your eyes,
Kissed your damp forehead,
And to my surprise,
My eyes began pouring,
All rivers and floods,
Gone from my table,
Your bones to the mud.