Lilac Queen

Comet streams and the rocket scenes And cyclone-turning seas Thy foes profanely rage Hands washed, Pontius-Pilate-clean In proud Euphrates' stream Where no one knows my name I'll be long, long gone "On the slopes at Courchevel The news from the Gulf War is relayed By loudspeakers during the intensive bombardments All moon-rides, lifts are full Go search the world beneath Cladding breach at 3-mile beach All spent fuel pools are full "It's all the same to me I'll be long, long gone" In such fell repose, you suppose That mouth will finally close When you're long long gone? I was born of a thought of mine I was the ISIS flag design You were a Lilac Queen Paddling through your empire's streams I was born of a thought of mine Born of the stillborn heart of mine You were the Werewolf King Peddling round your sapphire ring Soon is the swing of the Hammerhand Same is the low-flying day of the Vultureman Circling the earth I go Slobbering out of my oatmeal wisdom Nearer the boots to the stolid floor Or restless thought to the waves of a foreign shore? Racing the sun, I rose Hastening lest thy gates be closed But I find that there is time --- Lilac Queen - mewithoutYou