Elaine, how can you pity a man born of dirt and refuse?
A purified figure he may appear now
but his beginnings show every stain
Gentle his gaze may flow over you
and spread your heart for his
but his is of nothing, it is
nothing


We walk now carry along gather the dress that clutches your feet and pulls you there
on the ground
There! look!
On the ground!
a spiked coral found only in the ocean
How lucky! we are to walk here and find one


I fancy this is God now
You hear?
Calling us to his personal tendencies
He loves us so


Now we were speaking of this man
You, Elaine, pity this dirty man
Who has found his home
In the dirt, yes
suitable


Flesh or no flesh I care not for the trifles of man
We were born of September light and the spirit evanescence of a thousand lighted angels swinging swiftly from the heavenly hand
In that swing we fell back and lightly shiver'd down to our home here on the sand
We fell like the snow on Paris in the subdued day, where it lights upon the ground and crunches lightly
blanketin'
We were both born of God, you know
A delicate, desperate God, and he chose us to lead his army


And you Elaine
Spitting image of your father, you know
came here to the subway, the nether
on what some sort of foolish errand


Surely, not the Godly errand


Death be done to our family name
you shame us, you know?

So you approached the nether
The nether ground
A soil'd mattress to a yellow sky
heaving gently upon it


And sprouting out of the nether ground
You saw
sub-vermiform,
fat and woozy,
muttering something,
a man, yes, a man.


But nonetheless destroyed
born of Satan
Born of the devil himself
Unsuitable for the Father


You came upon him, your errand brought you to him
And you said what?!
Come along sir, bright light will take you along now. I'll show you the way
Food for one food for two,
Love thy neighbor,
Lightly now, don't wake the lumberjacks pallid in their Sunday dress,
Had a hard day fellin' trees out there in the wooded nether
had a hard day nd now sleepin' in the soft soil, where a lake bubbles up and spring butterflies come out to play
Sleepin' in the soft soil,
pure soil, where angels come and drip from a silver goblet some nice
juice to fight for the day and bring forth my light
Don't wake them. But
Forgive me, I am rambling, let me tell you this errand, why I'm here


And after you explained your errand, you said:
Now you agree, now, sweet man. That this is best and we will go. We'll climb the gilded steps together, never slipping
Never ever slipping
Lovely?


And what did that man do
You angelic child
What did he do, turned right bout
Right about like that sort of reproach even
suited that filth


And he turned right about and pushed you off him!
What a man.
We had him hanged, you know
In the forest
But serves you right too, he was a goner any ways
But serves you right
because you know
You know Elaine, little Elaine
That filth isn't meant to be touched!


His neck is coil'd bout a knot bout now
swinging back'n forth now
nothing falling lightly from his swinging spirit


His tree should be felled in a few hours
Thunder on the ground
Nothing could be saved in him
Damn, f***ing refuse