Womb

A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds,
And when the weeds begin to grow
It's like a garden full of snow,
And when the snow begins to fall
It's like a bird upon the wall,
And when the bird away does fly
It's like an eagle in the sky,
And when the sky begins to roar
It's like a lion at the door,

And when the door begins to crack
It's like a stick across your back,

And when your back begins to smart
It's like a penknife in your heart,

And when your heart begins to bleed
You're dead, and dead,




and dead -- indeed.