Sunday, November 7, 2010

They all play on pennywhistlesYou can hear them blowIf you lean your head out far enoughFrom Desolation RowAcross the street they’ve nailed the curtains They’re getting ready for the feastThe Phantom of the OperaA perfect image of a priest”Praise be to Nero’s NeptuneThe Titanic sails at dawnAnd everybody’s shouting“Which Side Are You On?”And Ezra Pound and T. S. EliotFighting in the captain’s towerWhile calypso singers laugh at themAnd fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the seaWhere lovely mermaids flowAnd nobody has to think too muchAbout Desolation Row