downtown you drew the church a picture that shocked the council
they should have learned to draw
instead of watching shadows.

“son,” they said, “help is on the way”
cuz if you shine oblong and turn them into play, they’ll handle you with a chain

but don’t unsing your song
i love you the way songs can say
23 is prime
it’s incommensurable with anything before it

your sister looks as bright as ever
her eyes are dancing
we’ll take her to the river
the banks of the Catacunemaug
where the beavers raise fish
and the fat little children are
baiting their hooks with worms
and singing beaver songs
they love the way that songs can say

17 is prime
it's incommensurable with anything before

i smell your cigarettes
and if you die of lungs
i’ll dig up your body and float it down the mulpus
i’ll float it to the beavers to build a dam of you

they’ll build a dam of bodies
they line em up like soldiers
to barricade the waters
and keep in all the fishes
a string of bloody bogs
a catecunamaug
and they will sing your song
they love you the way songs can say
23 is prime it’s incommensurable with anything before it