Ray Wilson The Carpet Crawlers
The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood
than before.
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the
poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out.
There's only one direction in the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to
be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in
every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're
free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out.
Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their
bodies glowing
bright.
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of
sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out.
The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears
attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers - they carry all
they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through
the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out.
