Howe Gelb This Purple Child
there's some monster within slipping from sleeping to
arise.
and there's some angels there too down and deep within
darkening eyes.
blood remains cherokee red and eyes still shine old world
blue.
warm and wrapped in unfurled flag with waiting room smile
you drink and get drunk and brag
...of this perfect child.
crushed between the slip of dreams hard to explain.
new world order and old world birthing pain.
warm and wrapped eyes remain cherokee red and blood still
shines old world blue this purple child
