He should not be hid
He’s just too big
In a cloud
Please come down
I’d put stars
at your feet
put Mars
at your head
show yourself to me
and I’d believe
I’d moan
and I’d weep
fall silent
when you speak
I’d burst it
full to the brim
Mary lost her head
and let it bleed
came crying
back to me
My son
where’s he been?
Don’t deny it
don’t you hide him.
No, I’ve missed him
No word
no sign,
Mary say
I’m not lying –
how come
he’s so big,
but good lord
he’s been hid?
Good lord,
where you hid?
