Way back deep into the brain   Way back past the realm of pain   Back where there's never any rain.   And the rain falls gently on the town,   And over the heads of all of us.   And in the labyrinth of streams   Beneath, quiet unearthly presence of   Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around,   Reptiles abounding   Fossils, caves, cool air heights.      Each house repeats a mold   Windows rolled   A beast car locked in against morning.   All now sleeping   Rugs silent, mirrors vacant,   Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples   Wound in sheets.   And daughters, smug   With semen eyes in their nipples      Wait   There's been a slaughter here!