There was a Flood - Fred Thomas

All of the children are waking the wizard

The rockiest ever seen

All of the cars on the highways agree

Handing out needles with the pin pointed at me

Houses' hands crumbling, avenues running by

Dogs with the graveyards of teeth

Arrows of light shining out from beneath

Bury the sun and look down for the sea

And wait for the sky lines!

Keep giving sound to the world

But marry the old words!

To the ill wind!

I could have showed you the words of exposure

But all of the light that limits the queue