She may well have been The most beautiful girl in the world Her life snuffed out Like a bulldozer crushing a pearl
The secret committee Deep in its lair Conveniently far From the cold desert air Puts a tick in a box, Turns the key in a lock To loosen the bonds in her hair
Sleep if you can Wrapped safe in your cloak The tumbledown twilight Havana smoke Caught in your throat Mistress Liberty’s dance Held you in its trance Her bosoms were loaded with nectar and lances “Well, boys”, she said “You have broken the trust. Hold onto that stick if you must.”
Take a fresh grip On the crucible rune The patchwork of ashes Sweeps away love like a broom Madness comes down Like the crackpot of ages The raging of angels Cathedral of stars Christopher Robin says “Alice, go home now. They’re no longer changing the guard.”
“Hold on”, she said “You’re breaking my heart” It’s weird how the steel rails Disappear into the dark They clung to the ivory tower on her braids They were never afraid of falling But the bomb hit the spot where the numbers all stop And the last thing they heard was her calling…
Home Home, I’m coming home I’m the life that you gave I’m the children you save I’m the promise you made I’m the woman you crave
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