Erica Jong - The Widower lyrics

She left him in d**h's egg, the bone sack & the gunny sack, the bag of down & feathers-all black . . . Somehow he couldn't get back. It was night, a night of shark-faced jets winking brighter than blue stars, a night of poisoned cities mushrooming beneath the eyes of jets, a night of missile silos sulking in the desert, a night of babies howling in the alleys, a night of cats. She left a d**h so huge his life got lost in it. She left a bloodstained egg he had to hatch.