After the grid shut down,
A religious order rose in the darkness
The charismatic types
They suddenly had found new purpose.
The lord gave animals
To those on whom
New grace was shown
The winners and losers now
Had rearranged themselves somehow
The cries in the dark that night
Pretend not to hear it
Pretend not to hear it
Follow me and I’ll promise to
Show you land God gave to you
And the beasts you will be husband to
There was a lottery
Someone’s riding point tonight
New faces have appeared
Like ghosts lost in the night
A world of orphans needs
A patriarch no matriarch
The tribe it must decide before
The eyes go dark
What lessons are learned
Principles barked
And a leeward green and windward blue
The ark’s bacteria carried mostly in you
Gut flora hosannas and minuscule cheers
Carried the day; they were our seers
A world of orphans needs no dogma now
Leviathan the blush blue cow
Still chases us in reddish ruts
Leaves us yearning with tiny cuts
Leaves us burning in sun’s russeted butts
And hoping to churn in a new god’s guts.
Beauty is Imperfection 