Look in the mirror, my dear, and see your bones,
They are made of letters and words and nouns
Your spine a lyric or two
Your ribs a sonnet
Your hips a limerick, a rhythm, a rhyme.

Bend, whirl, crouch, and lean –
Out comes the roar of a lion in the form of pages pages pages
Sing them out, spew them on the reflection.

Little girl, little one, you are at the end.
You are at the end.
Shake shake shake them out,
A pile of skin, muscle, ligament, and water
All on the floor, all on the floor,
A puddle of little girl, little one, you are at the end.
You are at the end.

Like a drink offering.
Like a drink offering.
Like a drink offering – they said He would be.

Like a drink offering.
Like a drink offering.
Like a drink offering – they said He would be.

Follow the Lion, follow the king,
Give what you can, let love sigh.
Sing broken choruses, pull out words on a string

To lean is better to stand,
To lean is better to stand.
Hallelujah.