Whilst you were learning

[Idi ta]

That was some stupid
kid at your school who in reducing
herself to fine mosaic,
found the mechanics of brick.
The anniversaries
and birthdays to attend,
in a straight line to her funeral.

Whilst you were learning,
they wrapped her tenderly
in the smokey teacher's lounge.
What if a ray of light
from yon window reached
those trained mourners, then?

Your childhood ends at the endless
discovery of a map
to greatness, the curly beckon
of many tributaries.
When a crow flies in,
the bruising railroad ties
and the thorn will bear me away.

[Idi ta]

That was some stupid kid

at your school, whose reduction
of herself to fine a mosaic
foundered in the lay of old brick.
The anniversaries
and birthdays she attended,

in a straight line to her funeral.

Whilst you were learning,
they wrapped her tenderly
in the smokey teacher's lounge.

What blast of light

from yon window reached
those trained mourners, then?

Childhood will end at the endless
discovery of a map
to greatness, the curly beckoning
of many tributaries.
As the crow flies,
bruising railroad ties and thorn
will bear your father away.

[Idi ta]

That was some stupid kid

at your school whose reduction
to mosaic, too fine, foundered
on the lay of old brick.
The anniversaries and birthdays
she had to attend,
in straight lines to her funeral.

Whilst you were learning,
they wrapped her tenderloin

in the smokey teacher's lounge.
What blast of light

from yon window is reaching
those trained mourners?

Childhood ends at the endless

discovery of a map to greatness,
the curly beckoning

from many tributaries.
As the crow flies,
brutalizing railroad ties and thorn

[Idi ta]

That was some stupid kid

at your school, who, reduced
to a mosaic too fine
foundered on the lay of old bricks.

The anniversaries and birthdays
she had to attend,
in straight lines to her funeral.

Whilst you were learning,

they wrapped her like tenderloin
in the smokey lounge.

What blast of light from yon

window will reach them,
those trained mourners, when?

Childhood ends at the endless
discovery of a map to greatness,

the curliness beckons
from too many tributaries.

[Idi ta]

That was some stupid kid

at your school who
got reduced too finely
and foundered on an old lay of brick.
The anniversaries
and birthdays she attended,
straight lines to her own funeral.

Whilst you were learning,
they wrapped her

up like a tenderloin in
the smokey teacher's lounge.
What blast of light
from yon window reaches
the trained mourners, and when?

Childhood's end is the endless
discovery of a map
to greatness, a curly beckon
from many tributaries.
As the crow flies
over brutalizing railroad ties
and the thorn, your father is borne.

[Barry]

That was some stupid kid

at your school who got herself
reduced too finely,

and foundered on an old lay of brick.
The anniversaries
and birthdays she attended

were a straight line to her funeral.

Whilst you were learning,
they wrapped her up like a tenderloin
in the smokey teacher's lounge.
What blast of light

from yon window reached
those trained mourners, when?

Childhood's end is an amnesiac's

endless discovery of a map
to greatness,

curly beckoning from many tributaries.

But straight as the crow flies