Dumbfounded Senseless (September 11, 2001)
To think the new-cut grass is high,
Like an ant beneath the sky.
To smell magnolias as bitter,
Like a skunk straight from the litter.
To see the sun with blinding fright,
Like a lifelong troglodyte.
To feel a warm touch as deceit,
Like a dweller of the street.
To be so hellbent in our hate,
That we blame it all on fate.
