Exeunt! Exeunt! We go out
From the lights and mechanical traps
Beneath the emerald glow of exits
Into the blue white desert
Where in the tides of sand
Stood the inverse Moses, fat
Pale, mottled black with blood
In the thrum of flies, you
Could hardly hear his weep
Of 'follow me' sob 'follow me'
All this sand the ground up tooth
And bone and hair of the first borns
We stood and watched and smoked
In my suit the air, a thick somber grime
Did not affect me; we all so bland
Tiny within the fizzing glass
My nose blocked, tongue cut out
Tough to say but easy to hear
Tough to say but easy to hear
Even in truth, the act was no good
