Gray eyes link these sharp dawnsnBird-chestednThese cornered armsnHalf-lit, mirthless, marksmannO'bending chute and charmnnI took your portrait from the wallnAnd your picture at the windownSucked your lemon dry and weptnDeep in the hallnnWho would swallow my life?nAnd leave me as a childnIn the whale I can see the bonenAnd the muscle in dim-lightnnWho would swallow my life?nAnd leave me here to dienIn these arms I can feel my homenBreaking from insidennIn these arms I can feel my homenBreaking from insidennWho would swallow my life?nAnd leave me here to dienIn these arms I can feel my homenBreaking from inside