Text: The Weakerthans. Illustrated Bible Stories for Children.

Morning bright, rise
Go over your lines
Iron your carefully crafted disguise

We'd all like to sing
It's easy to sigh
To sprinkle a handful of plausible lies

Our buildings will rise
Poke out our own eyes
Publicly smile and privately frown

A weeping reprise
Please hear my cries
I'd like to pull just this one building down

So turn off the sky
Head in my hands
Night keep me warm, white window-sill

Blinded by heart
Cut my hair short
Eyeless in Gaza with the slaves at the mill