I will wait for you in the green, green spaces
Wearing our post-industrial faces
Side by side sit the trash pile twin
And the eleventh century center of the Mississippian
With the calender of the sun
A people undone
Ceremonial mounds in the backyards and towns
That's the way it runed out
A city built up on the other great mound torn down
That's the way it happened
A culture on the run, they vanished in the sun
The Mississippian
Forward and on we go
Building our mounds out of control
Full of our finest throw away things
The new Mississippians
Under a smog choked sun
Waiting to be undone

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