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The Drowning Dream-Augie March

Well our dogs get along but have you noticed how easy

Evil dialogues of ours come out of wanting

For so long an easy laughter

To feel guilty for some -

Throw us in the oven where the angels fly

They still need to eat

She＇s clean she keeps a clean house

She can cook alright

But I no longer have meat

In the middle of the field at the height of the eclipse

When all that we could see were the fiery whips

Of that hot-headed god

Hot-headed god and wild

Perpetually running from his wife and child

I was born in the bottom of a boat

Of glass between the sea and me

Upward from the floor they＇d float

Bodies from the drowning dream

What do you make in the furnace of your chest

The same as she makes in the locket of her breast

Here＇s where the buds in the coal-chocked tomb go hard

Clear and deadly and never ever bloom

There were fifty-four people in the back of a truck

They were only sleeping

When we come to pick them up

Safe within our keeping

Sixty-eight bullets for my wife and I

They will never be satisfied

Strength and purpose fringed by fire

Fire I was born in the bottom of a boat

Of glass between the sea and me

Upward from the floor they＇d float

Bodies from the drowning dream