Cobra Tattoo

Sun just clearing the tree line when my day begins

Slippery ice on the bridges, northeastern wind coming in

You will bruise my head, I will strike your heel

Drive past woods of northern pine, try not to let go of

the wheel

Dream at night

Girl with the cobra tattoo

On her arm

Its head flaring out like a parachute

Prisms in the dewdrops in the underbrush

Skate case sailors' purses floating down in the black

needle rush

Higher than the stars I will set my throne

God does not need Abraham, God can raise children from

stones

Dream at night

Girl with the cobra tattoo

And try to hear

The garbled transmissions coming through