We are up to the knees in your voices
And you are up to the shoulders in our hair
They are up to the elbows in dark bellies
And I am up to the neck in deadly places
We are under the flow of boiling water
And you under the sound of hammer blows
They are in the newspaper page’s shadow
And I am in the moment of the iron click
We are under the aim of thousands of your phrases
And you are behind the wall that has collapsed on us
She is on a pile of hands, hearts and eyes
And I am up to the throat in them, and in you, and in us
