The Ephah

Alice is being put back into the basket

The last thing she saw were pelican wings

She's being shipped off to Africa, Alaska, Antarctica

Where all her ideas won't mean a thing

Barrel of monkeys, household deities

Ballerina idol figurines

Empty harvest, ashen dreams

Scapegoat of all mystery

Send her to Babylon, Venus, New York

Build her a temple for the deported

Cause she'll never be destroyed

Just atrociously unemployed

While everyone back home

On their counterfeit thrones

Saturate the seventh day

Plagiarizing her decay

So keep the lid on tight

Say your prayers as you fight

Off chaotic thoughts

And warnings made in tears

As Alice is being put back into the basket

We continue bobbing for apples