Mutton and Strawberries

What hath God wrought
Of strength unfelt
Gifts neglected
And love withheld
What hath God wrought

Lucretia left the world without a fight
Father left it clutching the handle of a knife
His memory never failing to give that knife a twist
All has led to this:
Mutton

My children scattered like so many seeds
Separated from one another and from me
All my colleagues snickering at Samuel Morse the Scientist
All has led to this:
Mutton

Dark magic or miracle
I don’t care
It’s wonderful
Listen, Amеrica’s about to bare her soul
And maybe hеr teeth as well
It’s a sound
To behold
Good or bad only someone else’s time will tell

And strawberries

And a wire to connect the world
A wire to remind it
That nothing can become itself
‘Til something else defines it

One wire to connect the world
One wire to remind it
That nothing can become itself
‘Til something else defines it

Now a ghost of wire haunts this world
A ghost of wire drives it
Unto the need to know itself
And with that knowledge binds it

One ghost of wire haunts this world
One ghost of wire drives it
Unto the need to know itself
And with that knowledge binds it

‘Til we use it to connect the world
And let the world remind us
That none of us become ourselves
While someone else defines us