Shrike

Spike me to the hawthorn tree
Piece by piece you devour me
The garden shrugs, the mantle falls
While I'm riling on the hawthorn tree

I felt the earth suck in a breath
The sudden air of tenderness
Peace becomes such gentle torture
I felt the earth suck in a breath

Hear that voice among the thorns
Brash and brazen, full of scorn
That's the song that I long for
Singing sweetly in the thorns

Spike me to the hawthorn tree
Piece by piece you devour me