With the lovers in a swoon, we all sang and parted
To the midnight of the noon where the chariots were parked.
Sat and set the gear, remembering the sidetracks,
Call her on the phone, thinking of my way back.
I came upon a servant and a man,
Calling at me to get the fuck aside.
I did not obey, and dragged him from his truck,
Threw him in the muck,
The servant off he took and went to tittle tattle.
The carthorse dashed way,
Dragging the old fella
Screaming to his death
And I got back in my blood–spattered chariot and went
Toward incest, blindness, and asylum