bog body lyrics
by June Henry
My shoulder pokes slightly through the peat
My skin made leather by the time
They break the earth to dig down to me
And are so confused at what they find
They exhume my body and observe
Try to give a meaning to each line
They outta think I was the victim of some ritual
That made a mess of my chest and spine
And its fine I don't live to be understood
By archeologists or anybody else
But for once I want a category
I don't wanna sit in the museum by myself
I don't wanna sit in the museum by myself
I don't wanna sit in the museum by myself