Fearing the cobalt, and to stop his wayward roaming,
Magnolia bourbon widow flips a coin in down town Serotonin:
Heads serves the serpent, in her strangled silent scream
Tails is for the final fool whose weapons are all failing.
Lift the lemons off the trees with leaves forever trailing
Cool strips the heads off its betters and its deniers
Night brings forgetting of all the zephyrs and the liars
Pious kills the rain and the remainder search the lobby
Imagine if you can the pain of a tortured baby’s body
Kiss the corpse to sanctify the loss of this old parent
Drones are made of metal, babies made of flesh,
Guess what’s next? Cradle creed is burning in
This valley of the ashes. Everything we love is good
On the train that ol’God smashes:
Love, eggs, sperm, blood.
Everything to do with love.