Tarla walks down the hall

And when she walks, sometimes she falls.

Tarla makes it whenever she can

And she listens to the flesh in her bag.

Tarla dreams of the day that she will see

Mr. Chilk's eyes down the hall.

What she wants is not that hard.

Mr. Chilk is a political man

And nothing will stop him, nothing can.

Even the lack of vital tissue

cannot sway him from his vision

And his mission and her satchel

are unstable and yet central to the issue at hand.

And Tarla walks down the hall

And when she walks sometimes she falls.

She gets up

And Tarla walks

And asks herself about the ox