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  • mewithoutyou'nun pale horses albümünden, eski şaşalı günlerine göz kırpan şarkılarından birisi:

    before the red sea flood beneath a cornhusk dawn
    we bid the elkhorn run to a locomotive psalm
    until the pale horse comes along a rail withdrawn
    clanging loudward on, clanging loudward on
    we bid the elkhorn run until the red cow comes
    ı was a steadfast son, with thoughts and hooves divided
    and on the arid ground of thirsty zion’s hill
    cold waters tumbled down where the staff of moses fell

    what pharaoh spell, what picture holds us now?

    behold the snake of brass, the wind was blowing backwards
    behold a golden calf, blighted leaves of law
    o for the land we knew before the frogs withdrew
    ın the fragrant pomegranate blooms where the tender locust flew

    behind the milk-white tombs, behind the milk-tank cars
    we passed the north platte yard on silver tracks unguarded
    out past the sambar herds, out to the outcast birds
    ın the rust of open wagons, lo! the blessed virgin’s likeness
    we watched the green figs fall from the nebraska sky
    how much were even passive things responsive to our watchful eye!

    and let there be no doubt: so many figs and pictures hold us

    ın the wells of livestock vans with shells and garden sands
    ıron mixed with oxygen as per the laws of chemistry and chance
    a shape was roughly human, it was only roughly human
    apparition eyes apparition eyes knock apparition knock eyes apparition eyes

    was he a violent man? well, he had his genocidal moments...
    or penned by fiction’s hand? to whom could that phrase not apply?
    how much are even lifeless sounds responsive to our listening ear!
    what pharoah now, what paroah now, or jew or picture holds us here?