The Surgeon Above the Arbor

The surgeon above the arbor

A current out in the harbor

Glide away like a braid on a carousel

Slide behind like a cry on a carousel

I've a certain admiration for the dumb

Who barge in like the first cop on a crime scene

Evidence, evidence isn't everything

Upside-down in the dewy morning

In the morning

I joined Corps and they put me to work

Cracking bones in half and fattening lips

Serving up stew and breathing in bleach

Crying with mothers caked in debris

Dying with daughters lying halfway in the street

Felt it complete

A certain surging of ardor

Stir of sunlight, stars burst

The surgeon above the arbor

A current out in the harbor

A current in the harbor