| The flowers are all blooming in the cemetery
|
| Very fertile things are buried
|
| Very fertile things are rising to the surface
|
| And their heads now break the soft new ground
|
| Penetrating icebergs, and their crests are dawning
|
| By her freezings and thawings
|
| The roses that lay in Memoriam Bay
|
| They lay wilted
|
| But look what supple daffodil did
|
| She looks just like a drawing of an areola
|
| In my seventh grade anatomy textbook
|
| And college smells like vomit
|
| 'Cause someone puked upon it
|
| In the stairwell last night
|
| Many times
|
| But it’s probably gonna be alright
|
| From New England soil new rocks fruit each spring
|
| Her soil cleaves and out she rings
|
| Her soil cleaves and out she brings
|
| Like a once ago
|
| Like a once-swallowed bowling ball
|
| Like a long ago once-swallowed bowling ball
|
| And their heads are brought to the surface
|
| Penetrating icebergs, and their crests are dawning
|
| By her freezings and thawings
|
| By her freezings and thawings |