It
Who No Longer Can Listen
It
Saw A Gusty Wind

Come Up To Listen
Before I Was Ten
And All Of The Evil Grids
From A Hill Where Rats Consider

And They Gang
And They Topple
And They Send A Smoke Ring
Into The Onion Field
A Ghost!
And This Can Make You Choke
Coming From The Throat
Of A Ghost!

And Sent To My Weak Knees
From A Voice Plantation
All In Together
In Terror