She lost herself to sacred things
Adored the polished brass
Became the sainted bones
From our hardened lips
We turn marble words
That cannot rise
That cannot take us with them
The wood could not be trained to speak
So she burned the forest down
Walked away with a nail in her mouth, stone in her hand
Found a telephone pole, called the place Sedbo'u
Knocked a For Sale sign
In above her head, her back to the post
From our hardened lips
We turn marble words
That will not rise
That would not take us with them
I passed with vinegar three times
She wanted water, but
That was never done before
Now Sedbo'u is Spatium
The wires were placed underground
Everyone knew this was coming
But nobody saw her go
From our hardened lips
We turn marble words
That will not rise
We polish them
