PHARAOH SONG:
Is there a balm in Gilead
To heal the sin-sick soul
And make the wounded whole?
Thirty sons’ thirty towns’
Mournful sounds
Formed beneath the sword and crown---
Caught up in the green screen clouds

FIREY RAIN:
Brimstone came pouring down
On the cities of the plain came down?
On children of the same came down?

But Mary, don’t cry
Please don’t you cry
Mary, please don’t you cry

[BRIDE adorned in garments of salvation, torn]:
A promise to an air sign
Born on the cusp of Capricorn?

DAUGHTERS (of Jerusalem):
Arouse, ye love!

SONS (overusing sounds like “love”
W/ its permission or an emphatic absence thereof):
Harvest past, summer’s end
If we still are not saved
Was I not sufficiently ashamed?
Neither did I blush save to speak your name?
SERAPHIM & CHERUBIM:
[serving Arab wine from Hebrew skins
In whose anger you’ll find no sin]:
Now’s as dreadful a time as any to begin

But Mary, don’t cry
Please don’t you cry
Mary, please don’t you cry