With nails as red a Jesus’ blood
I sit before the altar
there’s yet one challenge left to face
don’t let my focus falter.
With heads of babes
the palms they read
the feathers one blue only
the cyclops he’s eternity
and knowing this he’s lonely.
With cougar face the girl she stares
mi jefe se robaron
a su hija
the bride stripped bare
the shells and showing one.
One thing’s half missing with partial face
the world’s a heavy load
with Alice under foot
the hound
lights the way to gold.
Ché qué decís
the ginger aid
sleeps among the fields
where fresas smoke
the girls who dance
And John the saint
he heals.
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