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Silver Mt. Zion
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There will not be
A tender fire
Upon your postcard mountains
No golden children will write hymns about
The slow defeat of your reckless destiny
Bullets in the bellies
Of babies
Sleeping in the strangest places
Indifferent to the blinding grace of
The vapor trails and burning wastes
Of your Baptist skies
Oh, to live
In a burning house
With burning children eating dust
And finger-painted flags
Smoke pours out of their eyes
They're all hand up
They're playing in salutem
Hey, okay
Kiss me slowly
Beneath the dripping leaves
Of our train track trees
Though sickly and diseased
Some weeds thrive anyway
There will not be
A tender fire
Upon your postcard mountains
No golden children will write hymns about
The slow defeat of your reckless destinyThis fence around your garden
Won't keep the ice from falling
This fence around your garden
Won't keep the ice from falling
This fence around your garden
Won't keep the ice from falling
This fence around your garden
Won't keep the ice from falling
This fence around your garden
Won't keep the ice from falling
This fence around your garden
Won't keep the ice from falling
This fence around your garden
Won't keep the ice from falling
This fence around your garden
Won't keep the ice from falling