Emma Ruth Rundle
Trojan

Thank God
God, you’ve come back
Back from the dead
Where have you been?
Lover, you’ve said nothing but red
What have you seen?
Darling, you press gold to my chest
What does it mean?
I’m not unclean, I’m white as a sheet
Black alone is in
My heart, my heart, my heart

While you were gone, in came the lines
Of men and of flies who are taking up my hands
Growing in size, spitting, they try to
Shake from where I stand
Feed me on bread, tempt me with milk and
Sew in silken thrеad
This I’d not eat, this I’d not waste
And would rather lay undrеssed

You’re back from a watery grave
You’ve come here for something
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
The water was quiet for days
I stood and I called out your name
Trojan, Trojan, Trojan
Ring, ring on a finger or neck
Will break or bind
Stop you, my love, savage your tongue
Turn both two eyes unkind
Now you must choose, necklace or noose
How, this time, how did it turn
From swan into goose?
From sweet to turpentine?
My heart, my heart, my heart

You’re back from a watery grave
You’ve come here for something
The water was quiet for days
I stood and I called out
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

The water was quiet for days
I stood and I called out your name
Trojan, Trojan, Trojan
Trojan, Trojan, Trojan