On Armitage avenue
they are wrapping
old blouses
about long branches
They are binding
with twine
the crinoline kerosene
loving the gibbous moon
A spark is struck
and lord we have
a town engaged
in violence
In winter the folk
lean gently toward arson.
they are wrapping
old blouses
about long branches
They are binding
with twine
the crinoline kerosene
loving the gibbous moon
A spark is struck
and lord we have
a town engaged
in violence
In winter the folk
lean gently toward arson.
