Crucible Of The Chaldeans

take my hat & glove
take off my hat & glove
and that glove; don't start sticking it in your heart.
it's just a glove
and your heart is like a towel
with a solemn fluctuation
your heart is like a towel
wiping up blood

it’s the ultimate communion
and it's always in the way
even in a plastic tub
pounding down the fort
manning the phone
or a lion on the moon
or sleeping in a dream with the lid on

hung around & hung around
river kept rising
rising up jack knives
jack knives and fish tails
hung around & hung around
& the bread keeps rising
gotta pound it down
pound it down & grind a pound
what a splendor in the grass to be in
surprisingly alive
hanging around
the crucible of the Chaldeans