How moral is my Barometer
That gives the readings of the times
Heated by the fires of hell in summer
And the sting of arctic ice.
How Moral is my Barometer
I look to you when you look to me
Feel the wind of winter
We all know the truth sets us free
How Moral is my Barometer
When I see the bones of your milky face
I study the angles protruding from them
The shadows play like widow's lace
How Moral is my Barometer
When I think of him, he thinks not of me
I cast my affections toward him
But his attention is fixed across the sea.
-C.Menard 2.14.2011
