And Don't You Know That God Is

In My Medicine Cabinet, The Winter Fly Has Died Of Old Age.

And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their Tanks!

Some's Bastards, Some's Ain't. That's The Score.

I Was Halfway Across America, At The Dividing Line Between The East Of My Youth And The West Of My Future.

But I Remember Seeing A Mess Of Leaves Suddenly Go Skittering In The Wind And Into The Creek, Then Floating Rapidly Down The Creek Towards The Sea, Making Me Feel A Nameless Horror Even Then Of 'oh My God, We're All Being Swept Away To Sea No Matter What We Know Or Say Or Do