There was a tambourine in your shoulder, <br />drums in your feet and a guitar in your heart. <br /> <br />You seem angry, little boy, <br />haven’t you accepted God? <br /> <br />Pulsing deep black in the dead of night <br />we jump, lusting for the wine of our idols. <br /> <br />You’re going to Hell, girl, <br />for all your dancing and sin. <br /> <br />And when our remains fall to the scattered earth <br />the worms will fight over the same flesh.<br /><br />Zoe Nyght<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heaven-in-these-limbs/
