Your old red door
Banging in the evening wind
Who set the birds off
Making all that fuss
Your lover last night
Just bathed in the rain
He had that teethy shine
Of silver cutlery
Stabbed in the mud
What you do is
What you do is
Sugarwater in a jar
Placed on the blue veranda
The lid only half on
The wasps dive on in but
Never can never get out
Whole pantry shelves
Mass graves of yellowblack carcass
This is a house of bedlam yes
Yes it is
