Way back deep into the brain
Way back past the realm of pain
Back where there's never any rain
And the rain falls gently on the town
And over the heads of all of us
And in the labyrinth of streams
Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of
Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights
Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
Beast, car locked in against morning
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
Dust, blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters, smug with semen
Eyes in their nipples
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There's been a slaughter here