Cursive Follow

Night has draped its cape of stars
Over our small town
From the campus and the tavern
To the chapel and infirmary

We've seen their dreams
We've found the goods
The fables and folly
Of the residents residing in

Fourteen hymns for the heathen
First hymn, the son of God complex
Second hymn, the prodigal damsel
Third hymn, the tree stump of knowledge
Choking on Adam's apple

This I've learned under the cross
This broken promised land
Of dreamers and schemers
And preachers and predators

They shall not want
What they've got
Coming to them
Whether innocent or insolent

Fourth hymn, the passion of the Chaplain
Fifth hymn, the brute kiss of Judas
Sixth hymn, Sodom falls to ashes

Seventh hymn, the church of doubting Thomas
Eighth hymn, the Horses of the Apocalypse
Ninth hymn, immaculate exception
Tenth hymn, the demons of Mary Magdalene

I am a chapel, this the prayer book
These are the parables
God forgive us, this is our business
I shall be sent to all these heathens

Eleventh hymn, the Bible Belt tightens
Twelfth hymn, a lecherous Shepard
Thirteenth hymn, hiding in confession
Fourteenth hymn, an after word

Rocking chairs of disenchantment
Green grass of envy and malice
Our salad days
Living in Happy Hollow

Night has draped its cape of stars
Over our small town
From the campus and the tavern