Way back deep into the brain

Way back past the realm of pain

Back where there's never any rain.

And the rain falls gently on the town,

And over the heads of all of us.

And in the labyrinth of streams

Beneath, quiet unearthly presence of

Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around,

Reptiles abounding

Fossils, caves, cool air heights.



Each house repeats a mold

Windows rolled

A beast car locked in against morning.

All now sleeping

Rugs silent, mirrors vacant,

Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples

Wound in sheets.

And daughters, smug

With semen eyes in their nipples



Wait

There's been a slaughter here!