Slope Song

These day of canvassing the ground

It's a careful step or two into town

Tracing one of every sign

Six million cracks don't lie

There's ice upon the veil this year

It's hard to keep one's frozen head clear

Read the color on my cheeks

Or dripping nose tv's

Gonna find out

There's a wave upon the Corney shore

That drowns the old fat lady's roar

There's a locket full of sand

And a terror wind by hand

Gonna find out

These days I look up now and then

The slope seems a familiar friend

When it's lines have left my palm

In queerness and in calm

Gonna find out

Gonna find out