How to lay your head in public
when it is cold
and the damp is rising.
That thunder belongs
to all of us;
like poles, we lurk and hum.
Double-time there is only
music; duetted and distilled
but still the damp is rising.
How to lay your head in public
when it is cold
and the damp is rising.
That thunder belongs
to all of us;
like poles, we lurk and hum.
Double-time there is only
music; duetted and distilled
but still the damp is rising.