on bated breath i wait   and the scent i smell   anticipated death from   the windowsill   beg the rains flow   give the wind your will   pray the gods you serve   get their greedy fill      pass the cup you spill   at the demons will   unwanted speech did preach   through the fishes' gill   but the boughs quaked   and the waters flowed   and the stones you threw   stood up to tell      i wondered the state   of the cross, and again   i wondered the state   of the cross, and again      derived to find if i'd   open wide my lips   and touch your   burning fingertips   that honey you've fed me   but you've led me   to my grave   Monday did show   that the city'd glow   the ashes rose up high   and the rains did flow      i wondered the state   of the cross, and again   i wondered the state   of the cross, and again   and again