Sapokanikan

歌詞

The Cause is Ozymandian. The map of Sapokanikan is sanded and beveled, the land lone and leveled by some unrecorded and powerful hand, which plays along the monument, and drums, upon a plastic bag, the Brave Men and Women, So Dear to God and Famous For All of the Ages Rag. (Sing: Do you love me? Will you remember? The snow falls above me. The Renderer, renders. The Event is in the hand of God.) Beneath a Patch of Grass, her bones the old Dutch Master hid, while, elsewhere, Tobias and the Angel disguised what the scholar surmised was a mother and kid (interred with other daughters, in dirt, in other potter's fields). Above them, parades mark the passing of days through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel, where all of the Twenty Thousand attending your footfall (and the Cause that they died for) are lost in the idling birdcalls, and the records they left are cryptic at best, lost in obsolescence: the text will not yield (nor X-ray reveal, with any florescence) where the Hand of the Master begins and ends. I fell. I tried to do well, but I won't be. Will you tell the one that I loved to remember, and hold me? I call and call for the doctor, but the snow swallows me whole, with old Florry Walker. The Event lives only in print. *** He said, "It's alright, and it's all over now," and boarded the plane, his belt unfastened. (The boy was known to show unusual daring- and called a 'boy', this alderman confounding Tammany Hall, in whose employ King Tamanend himself preceded John's fall!) So we all raise a standard, to which the wise and honest soul may repair; to which a hunter, a hundred years from now, may look, and despair, and see with wonder the tributes we have left to rust in the park: swearing that our hair stood on end, to see John Purroy Mitchel depart for the Western Front, where work might count. All exeunt! All go out! Await the hunter, to decipher the stone (and what lies under, now). The city is gone. Look, and despair. Look, and despair.