Fiend In A Cloud
John Vanderslice · life and death of an american fourtracker
my mother groaned
my father wept
into the dangerous world i leapt
helpless and naked
piping loud
like a fiend hid in a cloud
struggling in my father's hand
fighting against my swaddling bands
bound and weary i thought best
to sulk upon my mother's breast
my father wept
into the dangerous world i leapt
helpless and naked
piping loud
like a fiend hid in a cloud
struggling in my father's hand
fighting against my swaddling bands
bound and weary i thought best
to sulk upon my mother's breast