Swidden

I was sewn
To your heart
You tore the stitches out
And left
A grin weeping sown
Got dirt
On your sickle now
The scythe
You used to cut the
Line in a field dividing the crop that you cared for
Ooh
It's left me burning like tallow
Burning like fallow
To keep me warm
As we move out to the

Cold that was present all the way from September
Killing all the crops
You wanted for November sold
Saw a fire in your eyes
And you don't have to know that
It's burning me hidden
Burning me chidden
Til there's nothing left
But a Swidden you can grow

I was shown
To your heart
You let me in too far
Cauterized
Left a light that shown
Through the night
Couldn't be seen with me
Passed the knife
Through the flame you lit you left burning
Left it burning the whole night
Burning a hole right

Through the sweater that I'd sewn
To keep you warm from the start of December
Said it was too late
You'd already caught a cold
Was a fire in your eyes
And you don't have to know that
It's burning me hidden
Burning me chidden
Til there's nothing left
But a Swidden you can grow