In the Kingdom of Soot
Where the beggars lie
You can fly like a lemon
Through a hole in the sky
Wander like an onion
Past the broken moon
Sleep in the shadow
Of a wooden spoon
In the Kingdom of Soot
With your ragged wand
You can draw a circle
On the black silt pond
Eat your jambalaya
From a cracked, tin bowl
Holler at the window
Like a blind black mole
Well I saw Emma
She was wringing out the wash
Hunched like a rabbit
In an old tan cloth
Pouring out the water
Tortoise shells
Knocking on the doors
She was ringing all the bells
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