Art had lost

Nobody cared

We went into the hills

Built a swimming pool

 

The valley was no

The sky was nobody

The earth was nothing

 

They told us

Which way to walk

To stand up straight

They pursed their lips

And leaned their forehead

Into their spread hand

 

Art was from 

Another age like sheep

Bleating and dusk

At a pond

 

Now the earth

Was nothing more,

An old instrument

Only dead men

Had been willing

And able to play

 

The sky

Was the dot

Above an “i”

 

The valley crouched

Lower, squirmed,

Dreams from its chalky

Soil flooded

The empty temples

 

A great cry went up

More people were born

Nobody cared

We went into the hills

Built a swimming pool