Towers Rock

The pigs have fallen from the sky
There is no one to tell us why
They fall, they grin, they won’t comply
The pigs have fallen from the sky.

Within their bellies, clocks and girls
Their little tails in tiny curls
The clocks are dreaming dogs disguised
The girls have worlds for shining eyes.

There is a sound none will detect
(A child’s mind is circumspect)
They hold in secret all that’s true
And play a special game (as you).

At near the wonder and the cages
Storms lie dreaming in the sages
No lucid woman sings the cry:
The pigs have fallen, from the sky.