You sit watching your brother die 'cause he chewed on 
sickly rabbit. Poor boy Parzifal likes to hunt his 
sister, and so infection sets in like a gang of wolves 
licking at the heels of the anemic aboriginal hunting 
grounds, where you sprain your thumb throwing rocks at 
cadavers. Bashing in my weakened knees, bashing in my 
weakened knees... 

Animal people scale the walls so easily: your bitter 
family! Holding court without your cousin, rectify your 
viral sanction. Anxious ears solicit thee, my snarling 
spies sit down to tea and ignore the bubbling sores that 
swell and spit along your backbone! 

Call your general, fortify his skin so my disease can't 
penetrate your china shack of ignorance and purple 
turbans! Split the bread between your chins, annihilate 
bacteria! Eating, breeding serfs and peasants, bloody 
plague-boys stealing crumbs! Bashing in my weakened 
knees, bashing in my weakened knees... 

Stripling arrows ricochet off teeth and crystal nighttime 
goblets. Dinner party, dinner guests, eat their dinners 
facing west. You fling your curses forth and they are 
swallowed by the Masque, by the trees, by the hollow 
oddities! Bashing in my weakened knees, bashing in my 
weakened knees