Watermelon Ascot

Here again the chords clash
Again the half-past
Carrie nation cut glass
Children of the have-caste
Across a dark barlack of concentration camp of self-harm
Feel again the Dr. Bronner sermon on the soap jar
Open as a bank vault
Focused on a passed fault
Not-named Lot's craned neck-salt
Another clay mouse thrown into a potter's house
Bait-and-switch hell pitch, Dutch blitz
Venus of the gem state
Cleaners of a blank slate
Of metamorphic straight-laced
Latter-day saint-faced, speed it up a knot
Feed, meat, no, milk, no
Paper cow, may it be so
Living cow, make it so

Low in the burst of a red dwarf star
No one on earth will know who we are
Blue ribbon pigs in a 4-H show
No one on earth must know
Quiet as the church-top lead roof thieves
No one on earth must know
Custer in his stone-drunk Bighorns rolled up
Juliet shirtsleeves, no one on earth must know
No one on earth must know
Counter-terror prophet in a watermelon ascot
Coriander manna in the mortar of a joke

C.I.A. beneath a Coatsville farm with incorruptible charm
We leaned ephemeral bones on everlasting arms
Four-behavior frontal lobe, a universal product code
Of iridescent Joseph coat hallucination H-show

Low in the hearse after Red Cloud's war
No one on earth will know who we were
Buried Beds of regrets at the eight-straight-buffalo show
No one on earth must know

What have I to dread, what have I to fear?
Leaning on the everlasting arms
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near
Leaning on the everlasting arms
O, how bright the path grows from day to day
Leaning on the everlasting arms