we...

shall not walk alone, no…

that’s what the ol’ boyz sang

when the rivers  stopped running

low and began to rise above the levies

i took a rope down from the attic and tied-

off the rowboat by the porch screen and dialed:

no, we shall not walk alone, …shall not row alone,

 not with mother Mary, daughter Sarah, oh great,

great, great grandmother o mama Sophie baby

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qb56unxYSVs

yes, we can see the oracle on horizon sky

Horus, her son and mine, heave a sigh

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDr8yad41gE

the transmitter’s on, dadio: Why?

Why?