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Our Apologies to the Lay Down Sister (And Another Thing)

Someone, someone, said something:
"...tiny white blotches, let's sit and watch them."
As they turn into kites that fill the skies,
And block out the sun,
They tied your tongue and left you--

    Lay me down, sister, in the cold, cold water.
    Won't you lay me down, sister, when you come?

But no one ever said a word
About the light behind your eyes.
Well I promise you, oh I promise you:
To watch over the lindens, who watch over the locusts,
Who watch over the cactus, that wash over your ashes.  Wash over!

    Lay me down, sister, in the cold, cold water.
    Won't you lay me down, sister, when you come?

--left you barren, crowfooted, at thirty seven.