| though simple minded a crippled man to know this man is to fear this man to shake when he comes wasn't it God that let Puritans in Salem do what they did to the unfaithful? boys at the Jubilee slowly sink into brown bag whiskey drinking and reeling on their feet girls at the Jubilee in low-cut dresses yield to the caresses and the manhandling black hands on white shoulders white hands on black shoulders dancing...and you know what's more |
through the tall blades of grass he heads for the Jubilee with a bucket in his right hand full of rags soaked in gasoline he lifts the shingles in the dark and slips the rags there underneath he strikes a matchstick on the box side and watches the rags ignite he climbs the bell tower of the Sacred Blood to watch the flames rising higher toward the trees sirens wailing now toward the scene |
