You put me down so far underground br Like a plush rabbit without his crown: br Sister, sister, you put me down: br My entire family put me down; I am the black sheep br Braying on his bleeding ground, br My enter family put me down: br Now it is past five, almost the hour of the mailman, almost br The hour to get up and go to work, br If you are a song bird, or if you are a jerk; br This is becoming the hour in which the city crowns; br The hour too that I should be sleeping in my crypt br So softly underground; br The hour that Kelly is sleeping- the hours that cats fornicate in, br Though they are always fornicating: br This is the hour that holy people have peace just before the hour br That their awful sun rises in the east. br And then that new offspring sings like little spirits multiplying br Like transom guppies, or other words I don’t know; br This is the hour I imagine you walking barefooted through the snow: br This is the hour that I awaken to perceive, br This is the hour that I would kiss your grieving lips to grieving; br To lay with you for an hour, and pay you for your troubles; br This is the hour that my love is awfully doubled, br And I come slipping like a gray man through the walls of your br Doublewide: br And this is the hour that I find the inside of your inside.