Sister, I see that you look just like me   Sibling so sweetly we stand   You sway like my hips, you taste like my lips   My finger it slips from its hand   In belly we bred, in birth we were wed,   In skin we have fed from above   What mother’d conceive of the bodies we’d weave?   What father could grieve for our love?      Lover, I see that your eyes buzz like bees   Your honeycomb skeleton frame   No fruit trees will grow where your fragile feet go   The flowers all fold up in shame   The willows will weep where we take our sleep   The milk cows will not dare to tread   Home is an ember I can not remember   Here’s now where we’ll hang our heads