Corpse Dance

His body is a Gelson’s

Her soul, the fallen star

At midnight twice a week she comes, she leaves

And no one’s hassled her so far

The courtiers have arrived in nail polish, in tailored slacks

Reformed past, all recognition

Resplendent in donor class panache

It’s a scheme to enrich assholes

What the godhead had in mind

When he hid here such revelations

As only singers could describe

Mahashmashana

All is silent

And in the nеxt universal dawn

Won’t have to do the corpsе dance with these arms

The one about the country’s boyfriend

That he never ever would live down

Must not have made it to the angels

Who passed the holy Roman noses 'round

His pale bullets found your bloodline

In a midnight blue cayenne

She is patient, the act of creation

May one day produce a happy man

Shaken like a pawl fly

Obscene as a lick

Love's the birthright of young people

And she ain’t leaving without his

Mahashmashana

All is silent now

And in the next universal dawn

Won’t have to do the corpse dance with these arms

He spoke into a hot mic

He sang like a bird

He hadn’t had a single drink yet

There’s no mistaking what you heard

A perfect lie can live forever

The truth don’t fare as well

It isn’t perched on lips mid-laughter

It ain’t the kind of thing you tell

Like there’s no baby in the king cake

Like there’s no figure on the cross

They have gone the way of all flesh

And what was found is lost

Yes, it is