Crop-Dust

It is cruel and blind

And does not compensate

The brutal fracture

Leaves sprout all over

Out in the heart of the garden

Your liver is one

Your brain is eight-twelfths of thought off

Your liver is one

Your brain is eight-twelfths of thought off

A quarter of the brain is left

To see it in 25 lines

On your mindset

Infra-skunk-structure

The editor bedraggled, stumbled

Some hurt, some days with film crew

Their equipment strewn on the new development

As the rain tumbles down over the riverside complex

Still uncovering up the ominous thunder of the hail

[backing vox: Deep in the sounds of your mind

You feel there's lost time but there's no ... etc. through next verse]

'Chanted by skyscraper tall

Skyscraper tall

World War One soldiers in green coats and picklehaube

Joined by the old singer from Manchester

"In the 1990s" [in odd "drunk" voice]

Brutal fracture

Leaves sprout in the heart of the garden

A quarter of brain is left to see it in 25 lines

25 lines