Classic Quarry

Seen all good people
stained pallid
by the hammer,

SisterSledge
& Constable Cocaine
synthesize

a marching through,
to, this,
mauling end.

Felt ’em at night,
at another daybreak
blast, heard ’em

on summer weights,
off with their
withered cast.

Robbed a few good
downfished
at the yowl.

Sighed and we wept,
conversed, let better
so, so longin’ n’

aheading
out.