Come back here.

Better not run.

Hurts him more

After he’s gone.

Mechanic belt slips the miller wife

Who cut his tongue on the pulley slice,

The wheels in wheels grinding slow and fine.

Father son

And oily mouse,

Three in one

Stop the noise.

His crankshaft and his connecting rod

Will come for him as he runs around

And when he’s old they still spin his head.

Spare the lash,

Spoil the boy,

Seize the mice

The blades blow.

An endless loop in the bible belt,

He needs the leather his savior felt,

The mark of cain embossed on his pelt.

Delft dumb blind

Frigid blood,

Run down time

For his own good.