It used to be a church on the isle of Atlantis
Mr. Chilk hurts, it was all just a fantasy
One dream in the brain of a beast used for labor
One beam in the house for a girl-dream to savor
A wild eyed companion with roots in the sky
One trips through that house
That uplifting, dangerous, horrible house
Where oxen go
Where oxen die
«A hole opens up in the ground beneath it»
