Split Generation from Night Phlox by Starlings

Split cheek
Split bone
Split generation

Dry lip
Covert
Hidden and passed over

My own hands are bloody
Sitting by the telly
Rooted like an oak tree
Stripped of its bark
Crowded in a bunker
Freed by the people
Who lined us by the river
And shot in the dark

Oceans
Apart
Embroidered in the heart

A word
A chart
Our lines let us depart

A star feeding on its own tail
Thank G-d we already set sail
A star feeding on its own tail
Thank G-d

My own hands are bloody
Sitting by the telly
Rooted like an oak tree
Stripped of its bark
Crowded in a bunker
Freed by the people
Who lined us by the river
And shot in the dark

If you can’t see what I could be
Then you can’t take what I’ve got
If I can’t waken the oak tree
Then who will I be in the dark?

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