Dallas Afternoon 

Orpheus cried
And the satyrs all fell
That day when the sky
Went black 

A myth with no moral
A town with no compass
And now there is no
Turning back

The slate is now blank
A new morning has dawned
Without a Rousseau
Or a Locke

Time claps its hands
And the heroes disband
But forever it stands
One o’clock

KKK

Who goes there?

In the night with a sheet

Hiding blood in the brain

On the cross

On the hood

In the street?