Eduardo C. Corral - Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome lyrics

I approach a harp abandoned in a harvested field. A deer leaps out of the brush and follows me in the rain, a scarlet snake wound in its dark antlers. My fingers curled around a shard of gla**— it's like holding the hand of a child. I'll cut the harp strings for my mandolin, use the frame as a window in a chapel yet to be built. I'll scrape off its blue lacquer, melt the flakes down with a candle and ladle and paint the inner curve of my soup bowl. The deer pa**es me. I lower my head, stick out my tongue to taste the honey smeared on its hind leg. In the field's center, I crouch near a boulder engraved with a number and stare at a gazelle's blue ghost, the rain falling through it.