The Hill Dwellers

Way back deep into the brain
Way back past the realm of pain
Back where there's never any rain
And the rain falls gently on the town

And over the heads of all of us
And in the labyrinth of streams
Beneath, quiet unearthly presence
Of nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around

Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights

Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
A beast car locked in against morning
All now sleeping

Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets and daughters, smug
With semen eyes in their nipples