"Black Rats From The Golden Desert"

 

I AM SO AFRAID

HOLD ME

THE BRIDE OF HAZARD

IS BURNING IN THE CATHEDRAL

WITH HER WHIPS

THE BLOOD OF THE FLAGELLANTS

ON HER LIPS

 

OPEN YOUR WINDOWS

LET THE PIDGEONS IN

TO SUCK YOUR BURNING SORES

BLACK RATS FROM THE GOLDEN DESERT

OPEN YOU UP WHEN YOU CLAIM

PITY WITH THIRSTY PARALYZED TONGUE

 

THE RATS SPEAK PROUDLY

OF THOSE WHO CLAIM NOTHING

THEN THEY TURN YOUR HOUSE AROUND

AND THEY...

THEY'RE YOUR OWN MYSTERY

 

WITH YOUR WEAPON

PARTCHED THROAT THAT FIRES

YOUR IGNORANCE THE WISEHAND

YOUR EDGE AND YOUR STIFF GIGGLE

THAT JET FROM YOUR MIND

IN HIGH REVELATION

GOOD CAN COME FROM THIS BATTLEFIELD

FIND SPIRIT

TRUTH FOR VICTORY

 

BLACK RATS I'M NOT AFRAID

OF YOUR SECRET PARADE

THAT BEAMED MY THOUGHT TO GRAIN

THE WORLD STAID MUNDANE

 

MY CHEEKS HAVE SEAMS

AND BENDER GLANDS

CHIN DEEP IN THE SHIFTING SANDS

THE EYES OF AN EASY ANGEL BURST

IN MY UNSEEN HANDS

BLACK RATS FROM THE GOLDEN DESERT

 

BLACK RATS FROM THE GOLDEN DESERT

©1999, Michael Zugin