no provenance

allelu

allelu

i have died happy and lived to tell the tale to you

i have slept for forty years and woke to find me gone

i woke safe and warm in your arms

in your arms

your arms

in your arms

not informed of the natural law

squatting

lordly

on a stool

in a stall

we spun gold clear out of straw

and

when our bales of bullion were stored

you burned me like a barn

i burned safe and warm in your arms

in your arms

your arms

i'm afraid of the big return

there's a certain conversation lost and that loss incurred

with nobody remaining to register who had passed this way in the night

in the middle of the night

negating their grace and their sight

till only i remember

or mark

how we had our talk

we took our ride so that there was no-one home

and the lights of rome flickered and died

and

what's more

i believe that you knew it

too

i think you saw their flares and kept me safely unawares

in your arms

your arms

in your arms. the grass was tall and strung with burrs

i essayed that high sashay to my mind

my way

you hung behind

in yours

anyhow

she did not neigh

i do not know what drew our eyes to hers

that little black mare did not stir

till i lay down in your arms

poor old dirty little dog-size horse

swaying and wheezing as a matter of course

swaying and wheezing as a matter of pride

that poor old nag

not four palms wide had waited a long time

coated in salt

buckled like a ship run foul of the fence

and in the middle of the night

she'd sprung up

no provenance

bearing the whites of her eyes

and you

with your arrangement with fate

nodded sadly at her lame assault on that steady old gate

her faultlessly etiolated fishbelly-face

the muzzle of a ghost

and pretty johnny appleseed via satellite feed

tell us

who was it that you then loved the most?

pretty johnny appleseed

leave a trail that leads

straight back down to the farm

lay me down

safe and warm in your arms

in your arms