What if the stars are singing like the bats,
Too high a song to hear, but full of clues,
Like whodunit and why I dream of girls
Too good for me, I never even met?
Maybe it’s all the same, and what they say
Who say such things, one nation, full of bonds
And stock responses, they who never saw,
Though bangled to the max, a stellar bat
Absconding with your name and your address,
Home to a star part gas and all white flame.
