II knew you by the
Empty socket of your left eye
A clump of burnt out trees
The ghost of Johnny K
You'd mate in the current
Of an electric fence
Fed on by herons
Scion of tide and
Riverbed
Empty socket of your left eye
A clump of burnt out trees
The ghost of Johnny K
You'd mate in the current
Of an electric fence
Fed on by herons
Scion of tide and
Riverbed