SPOOR GATHERERS! O!

Oasis Thacker

You stanch and you tangle in a barbed-wire fence,

O! A barbed-wire fence called 'The Goal'

You wend and mirages flirt with yo' feet,

Like mercury's gone for a stroll!

You wrap up the roads 'round the wheels of your cars,

Yet the roads after all are the roads;

The shifts of your standstills, the whims of your dreams...

And the roads only change their modes!

The feet got hooked on the spokes for a drag,

But the lips say, "You searched your soul"

You stanch and you tangle in a barbed-wire fence,

O! A barbed-wire fence called 'The Goal'

The gross spoors of all of my treks sum to

Less than the steps of the stairs to my den!

Spoor gatherers! O! sweat-dabblers,

Can you cultivate the oozy-woozy fen?

You think that you vanquished 'The End of the Earth'

When you march through the stark north pole!

You wend and mirages flirt with yo' feet,

Like mercury's gone for a stroll!