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Youngsters stare until their vision blurs
only to be told they cannot see the future.
Jezebel lies on her bed of nails,
as the fish swim round-n-round.

Forget-me-nots are crushed underfoot
in the rush to reach the exit.
There are nail marks on the mattress
and Jezebel is smiling.

The children are still flying
on wings of leather and lace.
And the fish are slowly dieing
as they try to win the race.

The window is still cloudy
with the shadows from yesterday

and Jezebel is screamin'
at the saber-toothed bunnies in the corner.

Poor Jezebel is watching
the children as they fly:

eyes too wide and mouth agape
like the fish swiming round-n-round.

The forget-me-nots are ground into the pavemet,
molding,
and Jezebels is crying
and the children are still flying
as the fish swim round-n-round.