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