The Hill Dwellers

Way back deep into the brain

Way back past the realm of pain

Back where there's never any rain

And the rain falls gently on the townAnd over the heads of all of us

And in the labyrinth of streams

Beneath, quiet unearthly presence

Of nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills aroundReptiles abounding

Fossils, caves, cool air heightsEach house repeats a mold

Windows rolled

A beast car locked in against morning

All now sleepingRugs silent, mirrors vacant

Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples

Wound in sheets and daughters, smug

With semen eyes in their nipples