Your Future Cartoon

One thousand witches pick 'n' mix

One thousand witches spinning tops

One thousand witches bright as night

One thousand witches gobbling light

The fire is burning inside you

It cannot leave and burns and smiles

In that year when fisher sings

In that year when chariots pass

In that Moon where sailors drown

The night was flower long

And on the grass the kingdom sleeps

Aleph, bet, and gimel

You're on your way with skip and slip

And the storm is before you

And the breath is behind you

And blessed is the lord

And harsh is his word

And under dusk the children soar

Whilst the birds are sadly singing

The children soar as soft as smoke

The bells ring in the mist

And in your hearth the nihil hides

And in your heart the door is locked

The light is leaving us all

Dalet donkey's on the track

And the racks of meat are piled

And the stink is singing

The summer Sun as bright as buttons

The ocular Moon as sweet as sleet

And your future cartoon

Is as soft as the tarot

The solar legions at your back

Stella–call me with your dead hand!

Helen–stand! –don't collapse!

Margery–your brother's hands are dark!

The farm is boarded against the storm

But in the spaces inbetween

Wood and brick and wood

The squeak awaits–the 'bus is masked

I have heard she slept with him

I have heard she knew him night

A canopy of moons collapses

The light is leaving us all

And the birds are sweetly singing

A thousand horsies sing and march

The light is leaving us all

Whilst the birds are sweetly singing