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The Little Wretches: Music

Fall upon the Rock

(The Little Wretches)
September 12, 2015
Robert A. Wagner
The fruitless tree, they said, was cursed
Was raised up by a poison nurse
The deepest root, entrenched in spite,
against the flowered limb will fight

When egg must vie against the nest
and wind and against the wing will test
and lovers break their kiss to spy
for secrets in their lover's eye

When the lover's voice exhibits doubt
and falters in mid-thought
The would-be suitor lavishes
with gifts on credit bought
and fruit falls open on the ground
beneath the broken stalk
the scattered seeds will feed the birds
or fall upon the rock

When heartless men with souls of swine
return again to drink your wine
They'd leave you lying in the street
for beasts and birds of prey to eat

Was that my face?
Or was that my mask?
The mirror to myself did ask.
I flicked the switch
and turned to go
'cause I'm not sure I want to know

The fruitless tree, they said, was cursed
was dry and nearly dead with thirst
It only takes a little rain
you'll never know how much can change

When the lover's voice exhibits doubt
and falters in mid-thought
The would-be suitor lavishes
with gifts on credit bought
and fruit falls open on the ground
beneath the broken stalk
the scattered seeds will feed the birds
or fall upon the rock