Rosebuds, The
Concordia Military Club
Trapped up in my keeper's room, the pride of the circus tentBrought there for my safety, to hide among the made-up bedsOutside magic filled the carefree eastern streetsI could feel a stomach churn beneath the polished teakThey all dressed as swallows with feathers in their hairAnd all that night they laughed and dancedWhile the walls shook the gas chandeliersI trumpeted and I roared, but no one seemed to hearShoulder blades beneath the water slid closer every yearMen in suits proudly talked of the pointed peakPillars of flames built armies who were hungry and had to eatThey all dressed as swallows and songbirds bearing giftsAnd I could feel it in my bonesSomething out there somewhere had to giveNarrows canals no longer flow, and nothing happens hereAnd even in the afterlife an elephant can't forgetSkull and bones of a Bengal tiger wash in the seaA reminder of that August night when the Island disappearedThey all dressed as swallows and songbirds on that eveFalls of ashes pouring down as the ocean turned into a milk-white sea
From Letras Mania