In the half-light, single-traffic light Where Elizabeth composed herself And having done the deed She pointed at her sleeve And pulled the trigger on the antonym
Release the demon Sylvian fraud tonight I see you in my line of sight Dressed in golden fleece Please, donÂŽt let your children die tonight Whatever is wrong or right Let them sleep in peace
And where the rose converged Wild foxes on the curb Poison ivy, poison motherhood How can I think of this? The one paralysis The kiss of Niobe persuaded it
And when our laureate left She did it for the best And raised her single wing with confidence
For if she stayed instead With wildness on her head She wouldÂŽve killed us without consequence
Release the demon Sylvian fraud tonight I see you in my line of sight Dressed in golden fleece Please, donÂŽt let your children die tonight Whatever is wrong or right Let them sleep in ease