Quarry/Rock
I
O, Seeger, the night you tied the cabbie
to the tree
and shot him, did you know
the shadow of the chair was waiting for you?
You, murderer, guillotined one,
You of the severed head,
You on death row for seven years,
You six feet seven taker of life,
you with the death shrouded head.
One night you walking in line
to your cell, swung and touched
hands with your love, Stevie.
You two walking in line
to your cells, swung and touched
hands. Swung hands and touched
the only way you could say good-night
swung hands and touched.
Later, that same night Stevie
lying in his 6 by 9 cell
in the quiet one-man cell
in the quiet of his only home
his desires became rampant
wanting you wanting
wanting you touching him wanting
(O, Seeger, what have they done to Stevie?
What have they done to Stevie?)
(The County had said his voyeur eyes
were too blue and should be
put away until the color changed to grey.)
wanting you wanting
wanting you touching him wanting
the broom became you
the broom became the strength of you
the broom became the anal worship of you
the broom became the regular stroke of you
the broom became the reality of you
until he fell off the bed
and broke
the broom off, inside where
you were in the quiet of his night
he was visited by red horror
not withstanding, not waking.
II
O, Seeger, the night you tied the cabbie
to the tree
and shot him, did you know . . .
that you would wait seven years
to be strapped in a chair?
that they would kill your love
in isolation, in lonely isolation?
that in the cubicle of a cell you
would want him, would want to love him?
It was the evening after you knew
Stevie had died that I heard
green tears whimper from your cell
and knew that in that severed head
you still had human tears.
(O, Seeger, what have they done to Stevie?
What have they done to Stevie?)
Later, Stevie was taken
to pauper's field where dandelions
grow in reverence to the sun.
When even his parents refused his body,
refused their son. It was then
I heard you rage like a wild tiger.
In the cold antigone of your dreams
I saw you in defiance go out
and bury the body. And in revenge
you took to the fields
looking for his parents
hiding in the forest of your dreams
in cabbie clothing.
O, Seeger, the night you tied the cabbie
to the tree
and shot him, did you know
you still had green tears?
O, Seeger, the night you tied the cabbie
to the tree
and shot him, did you know
the shadow of the chair was waiting for you?
You, murderer, guillotined one,
You of the severed head,
You on death row for seven years,
You six feet seven taker of life,
you with the death shrouded head.
One night you walking in line
to your cell, swung and touched
hands with your love, Stevie.
You two walking in line
to your cells, swung and touched
hands. Swung hands and touched
the only way you could say good-night
swung hands and touched.
Later, that same night Stevie
lying in his 6 by 9 cell
in the quiet one-man cell
in the quiet of his only home
his desires became rampant
wanting you wanting
wanting you touching him wanting
(O, Seeger, what have they done to Stevie?
What have they done to Stevie?)
(The County had said his voyeur eyes
were too blue and should be
put away until the color changed to grey.)
wanting you wanting
wanting you touching him wanting
the broom became you
the broom became the strength of you
the broom became the anal worship of you
the broom became the regular stroke of you
the broom became the reality of you
until he fell off the bed
and broke
the broom off, inside where
you were in the quiet of his night
he was visited by red horror
not withstanding, not waking.
II
O, Seeger, the night you tied the cabbie
to the tree
and shot him, did you know . . .
that you would wait seven years
to be strapped in a chair?
that they would kill your love
in isolation, in lonely isolation?
that in the cubicle of a cell you
would want him, would want to love him?
It was the evening after you knew
Stevie had died that I heard
green tears whimper from your cell
and knew that in that severed head
you still had human tears.
(O, Seeger, what have they done to Stevie?
What have they done to Stevie?)
Later, Stevie was taken
to pauper's field where dandelions
grow in reverence to the sun.
When even his parents refused his body,
refused their son. It was then
I heard you rage like a wild tiger.
In the cold antigone of your dreams
I saw you in defiance go out
and bury the body. And in revenge
you took to the fields
looking for his parents
hiding in the forest of your dreams
in cabbie clothing.
O, Seeger, the night you tied the cabbie
to the tree
and shot him, did you know
you still had green tears?
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