When marigolds fall from your pores And magpies burst from your throat You will be speaking in future tongues You will be wearing backwards Coat And we will be mated When you are sitting unaware Tracing circles in the air And if they spin upon their axex And blossom into spheres Then we will be mated On the scalp of the sun We will find a sign inscribed Of the triple genitalia As if to remind us That we will be mated When our children resort to lies When Baltimore begins to rise When you hear the inhuman cries Do not avert your eyes We will be mated