Jack Spicer - Berkeley in Time of Plague lyrics

Plague took us and the land from under us, Rose like a boil, enclosing us within. We waited and the blue skies writhed awhile Becoming black with d**h. Plague took us and the chairs from under us, Stepped cautiously while entering the room (We were discussing Yeats): it paused awhile Then smiled and made us die. Plague took us, laughed, and reproportioned us, Swelled us to dizzy, unaccustomed size. We died prodigiously; it hurt awhile But left a certain quiet in our eyes.