[Intro]
The sun was gone, but he had left his footprints in the sky
It was the time for sitting on porches beside the road
It was the time to hear things and talk
These sitters had been tongueless, earless, eyeless conveniences all day long
Mules and other brutes had occupied their skins
But now, the sun and the bossman were gone, so the skins felt powerful and human
They becamе lords of sounds and lesser things
They passеd nations through their mouths
They sat in judgment