kaspar hauser

some say I’m an angel

who ate his ugly wings

head as big as heaven

brains the shape of splattered meat

 

some say I had horseshoes

deep inside the womb

made with iron and mankind

I was not made for that shrew

 

you don’t know me now

probably never will

you can bet your henry

you won’t know me still

 

we look awfully similar

that means we’re the same

my face made all rivers

with a sweat confused as rain

 

my words are like digits

poking at your back

sharp as tiny mangers

I will be the death of fact

 

you don’t know me now

probably never will

you can bet your henry

you won’t know me still

 

I can be as curious

as a blade of grass

I can be communal when

my knife is spinning fast

 

some say I’m a liar

with my stocking low

some say I can tatter

all the dirt and feed the earth

 

you don’t know me now

probably never will

you can bet your henry

you won’t know me still

 

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