It's an instrument of hell
an implement of shells
an ode to an ode to abodes
Along the winter water
there's a shush and there's a daughter
clarifying all that can be seen
Zoom and zoom and zoom
into the darkened room
tripping tripping tripping tripping falling
Down into the stairwell
a journey back to their hell
wearing that persnickety grin
Tell the smugness what you know
the slug nest how to nose
and then go there
It's an instrument from hell
playing playing never tell
what all the hearers will be asking
Turn and face the night
give it a little light
the reddish traffic will reward you
Roman Ryan 