C Alexander - Hidden in Plainfield

I had this picture in my head
I think that's why I'm nervous now
I didn't see the crib, the mobile, or
The teddy in your bed
Just a crimson river running down the hall
Thirty seconds, then a leap
Into auntie's arms again, and
Then you'll sing

Christopher, you're a perfect little angel
Oh, aren't'cha babe
You're a perfect little angel
Oh, aren't you babe
I'll cut you up and eat you
Cut you into pieces
Cut you up and eat you

One day you'll be too big to carry
I guess I got big too early
Growing heavy from the candies and the cookies
And the sweets the women gave me
Until I'm screaming like you're you
But when you're screaming like you're you
You'll get lifted into someone's arms
Mommy gave me this piano
That is smaller than my head
And when I play it I feel fine, and safe
And warmer than a bath
But half the notes don't play at all
I've been punching it too hard

Oh Margaret, you'd never see it coming
You were lying face down
Looking like you caught the disease
Of our family
I knew it when I saw you
Mommy's chin
Daddy's eyes
Grandma's nose
Who even knows our dad's father
And what it is he gave us
A heavy gut
Light feet
Switches that are set to explode
In our circuits
And where the hell is Jesus
And who would leave us out here
Fighting over nothing and all

Written by:
Christopher Alexander

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