Diane Hine - Hope lyrics

This airy cage is foliage lined. Its supple bars are intertwined. The women show me where to tread. I pluck and spin a cotton thread. My woven home is hardwood spined. The roots have poison deep confined. We boil and dry before we grind. I chew the bread but hope has fled this airy cage. The long flute's low hum numbs my mind. A line of dancers slowly wind. Their skins are painted black and red. A shaman waves a shrunken head. I think my love will never find this airy cage.