The Kin Quilt

Adam here left his pelvic bone
And his wife composed a song
"Here's his waist, here it be
Attach my spine to next n' he"
Quilt laid out on Christmas day
The elder ones watch us romp and play
Look at where that jaw came from
It's that lamb of God eaten off the farm
What was wrapped up in some love bread
And that greased turkey in there dead
Served up for your great grandma's limbs
In the quilt we can keep them in
And when you die happily or pained
Your legs wrapped up just the same

Folded in the quilt lovely and old
So your grand children know your soul
Anything finds its way there in
A page from the book on children's sin
They sewed up angel wings
Calling kin angels is no blaspheme
Sewed up birds of every kind
Have beauty quilt outlined
What part of bodies haven't put in
The clouds by the trowin crib
The quilt is as freshly smelled in
As their hats and coats turned in
The quilt passed down as seasons turn
And show the last name place you earn