A glow A shallow hole in your eye And darkness, darkness rose Just to get well-dressed To look his best To impress Beethoven and lilac girls Who crawl together Laughing matters and shooting stars Passer-byers and whipping cars And then the story of Francisco Shot away by the unholy jester Who in his eyes, didn’t seem to care Your age-old stone breaks apart somewhere By the child whose mother has lost her hair To our great defeat limping up the stairs