Coal

Rudderlessness in west-divide’s Capsized boat The sail pulls us all in What carried us once now drags us down Happily useless I sleep among the trees One quarter on each eye I’ll be carried up by the bees Coal is an old white man With a broken goose-neck Pushing balls of blood and shit Up the hill to roll them back down Last car on the pyre now Three rungs and we’ll be there To crawl across the thoroughfare To pirouette through sedan-air I am a little man With butterfly wings I am a carousel Catch the golden ring The Botticelli angel Leapt into the volcano Now everything around her Searches and flounders In front of the concentration camps We’ve got drive-in movies Displays of American heroism Rigid brawn is death’s best friend St. Francis descends with wings of picket fence Prosthetics down his whole left side He says there’s nothing to be angry about You are the channel change it now Celluloid hands ran The ropes back to dry land They heaved until the city would stand I watched as they made the stars of bone There’s nothing to be angry about Wealth suspends me in midair I stack up all the loathsome cars And turn them into rungs to god I am a little man With butterfly wings I am a carousel Catch the golden History’s underwater Remember it how you want it My credit here is spotless For all pernicious nonsense Tortured by the same dream The money in the rind They handed you an ice cream You fortified the line You were never ordered Had nothing here to lose An infant with the last word Delivered with a noose You can’t get any older Your children’s bloody shoulders You half-dead fucks will just Keep rolling up the boulder Keep rolling up the boulder Keep rolling up the boulder