I’ve been thrown out of orbit
spilled out of holy grail
My used-to-be darling daughter’s gone off
like a siren
If Hades had grabbed her you’d see me
sitting on a rock refusing you
flowers refusing you the fruit of the vine
‘til she’s returned to me
If Krishna had swept her away
in the fragrant night I’d remember
the Gopi girl I used to be
and wish her joy
But she’s off becoming
someone I’ve never been after yelling at me
that my endless rounds lovers babies grandbabies
are totally suffocating
She wants power she wants digital devices
She wants electricity all night long
Is there an underworld
in virtual space?
What’s the sun to do or the moon
if round and round is out
of fashion? And me? There is no rock can hold
my fury
My used-to-be darling daughter
is riding a rocket to Mars You’ll know me
as fire on the mountain You’ll know me
storming your beaches
for I’ve been thrown out of orbit
spilled out of holy grail
My used-to-be darling daughter’s gone off
like a siren
