Strange Flowers - James Grant

There is a slough where buds grow

In murmering shadows of a neverland

Where lilies and roses in their furbelows

Scream like harlots and harridans

They bloom in the darkness

Strange flowers

The dissolute cry of a nightjar

Over the quiet revolution

All of the bleeding hearts and blazing stars

This day will see a new dawn

They bloom in the darkness

Strange flowers

We are the weeds in your dreams

We are the seeds of your despair

Come the gun of the morning

We disappear into the fetid air

They bloom in the darkness

Strange flowers