(for Jack Random)
they were carving up the meat the other day
trying to get the bread to look the other way
they divested the spreads to fit the knives
but appetites could never keep up with their eyes
and just now before you go and condemn the tray
the salads and forks will get involved or so they say
dancing men grow impaled
split right down to hell
on the eye of the needle
right down to hell
I can't find humanity though I looked in the mirror today
It was a brick wall against where I used to pray
there was gnashing of teeth as they led me by flashlight
stepping over the bodies that had washed up overnight
laughing dying eyes always implies I'm going insane
I'm looking for the obscuriity of Zarathustra in
a presidential campaign
dancing men grow impaled
split right down to hell
on the eye of the needle
right down to hell
- Chris Mansel
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