It’s a friendly and a happy
little world after all,
I’m coming to think.

Good old God
up there in his heaven,
making sure
it all turns
out all right,

Lucifer always
gets whipped,
as the deepest midnight ever
turns over
to dawn.

Fire bright
on the rim of the foothills
eating houses and foxes:
It’s just dust
into ashes. It’s ashes
to dust.

Dustbusters busted.
Streams running
with blood. Team captains.
Dream lovers. Lie down

with the lamb.
Push that rock
to the summit.
Wave goodbye
to the clowns.


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