[00:00.300]The tadpole buoyant as basalt
[00:06.308]The seahorse horsing in assault
[00:12.134]The owlet in his greenery
[00:17.515]The narwhal in his cup of sea
[00:23.027]They all believe
[00:24.960]They all believe
[00:27.494]
[00:34.051]But collusion bleeds through back alleys
[00:39.484]From parapets that end in feet
[00:44.735]When one is weak we discreetly meet
[00:50.612]We throw the bones into the street
[00:55.654]As they progress
[00:57.953]We retreat
[01:00.591]
[01:08.114]And all the books our fathers wrote
[01:18.824]Are in the middle of the road
[01:29.508]Little by little we implode
[01:40.297]History brittle, brown and broke
[01:50.485]We can't remember what was spoke
[02:01.012]So we stare in wonder at the smoke
[02:11.513]What it begets is born alone
[02:21.753]We know not now what we have known!
[02:30.426]Ladies, breathe deep against your whalebones
[02:41.162]When your children come back made of stone
[02:50.619]
[02:58.325]And the terror seething sees a way
[03:04.333]It's like the wheezing of the bay
[03:09.819]In miniature agonies
[03:14.730]They travel westward on the breeze
[03:19.902]And bring us all to our knees
[03:24.186]
[03:30.482]And the dappled horse, the sorrowed mare
[03:35.837]With eyes that do not see but stare
[03:41.087]Beneath boots as black as Malachi
[03:46.573]He drives a nag into the night
[03:51.771]Into the night
[03:54.227]
[04:04.127]And all the baby boys we've born
[04:14.498]With eyes averted from the storm
[04:24.895]Sent off to die in perfect form
[04:35.526]We know not now what we have known!
[04:46.080]Satellite photos and rhetoric
[04:56.320]See how the euphemism stick
[05:06.560]And when they come back, broke and burned
[05:16.643]Those who return have not returned!
[05:25.237]Ladies, breathe deep against your whalebones
[05:35.321]When your children come back made of stone
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