Idylls of the King

This place, with its old plantations These roads, leading out to the sea This day, full of promise and potential More clay pigeons for you and me All of them, all of them All of them, all of them All of them, all of them All of them, all of them, all lined up Huge crows loitering by the curb Our shared paths unraveling behind us like ribbons And I dreamed of vultures in the trees behind our house Cicadas and locusts, and the shrieking of innumerable gibbons All of them, all of them All of them, all of them All of them, all of them All of them, all of them, all lined up How long will we ride this wave out? How long 'till someone caves under the pressure? My dreams are haunted by armies, armies of ghosts Faces too blurry to make out Numbers far too high to measure Your face like a vision straight out of Holly Hobbie Late light drizzling through your hair Your eyes, twin volcanoes Bad ideas dancing around in there All all of them, all of them All of them, all of them All of them, all of them All of them, all of them, all lined up