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Hey you, whatd you say with your sceptre in hand?

Dont lie, what am I but a sick sycophant?

Oh you pretty men with your pretty demands

Is there an honest way that I can knock em dead?

The capitals deserted, its returning to the woods

Patience, patience.

The roots push up the sidewalks in suburban neighbourhoods

Oh dont be scared now, dont be scared.

There are bodies everywhere

The silent decks of arks litter the sea.

The archaeologists

they start to sift the darkest century.

And now theres not enough.

Theres nothing here for me Though your eyes are bright

I cant tonight.

Theres a blight parasite in the countryside so the camps are shipping

Lean, sweet, cuts of meat off the bodies of banished poets.

They arrive, boxed up, in frozen trains

and delivered in the night to the butcher man who asks no questions.

And all asudden, songs are budding, hearts are flooding through the square.

The vines, they wind up placards and cocoon baroque hotels

dont be scared

the mynah birds they nest themselves in TV aerials

as creepers creep across Phnom Penh.

Oh my friends

I do believe its bigger than us both

And so to open up the door and let it go

I fell into your eyes of blue

When all the rust had come

the empty city

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