The Banyan Tree
Seven altars
Where seven sightless servants wander
Beneath the
Canopy of the banyan tree
Wearing nothing but their blindness
Serving no one but Her Highness
Your highness
Seven saints perched on the limbs
Stain of wine upon their fingers
The eunuch dances, smiles, and sings a
Merry tune to mark the hour
Snakes are woven in the roots
While fruit decays upon the stem
The languid lilt of merry men
Ladadada
Dadabada
Dadabada
Dadabumbum
Ladadada
Dadabada
Dadabada
Ladabumbum
Seven pupils
Who watch with empty iris open
Behold them
Eyes that can see but do not look
At the decadence around them
Silent as the name
Of the one they serve
Seven saints perched on the limbs
Stain of blood upon their fingers
The eunuch dances, bows, and lingers
Picking pennies from the sand
The lemurs stole all of the fruit
That the servants placed with care
On a shrine that is not there
But how would they know
Ladadada
Dadabada
Dadabada
Dadabumbum
Ladadada
Dadabada
Dadabada
Ladabumbum
Seven daughters
Behold the scene with words unspoken
Heed them
Those with the scars upon their tongues
Each for speaking out of turn
Forced to stand and see as
Seven saints swing from the limbs
The scent of sex upon their fingers
The eunuch tames a timid lemur
And goes to sit upon a branch
The snakes are woven in the flowers
Tracing circles in the air
Putrid pleasure unaware
Ladadada
Dadabada
Dadabada
Dadabumbum
Ladadada
Dadabada
Dadabada
Ladabumbum
Where seven sightless servants wander
Beneath the
Canopy of the banyan tree
Wearing nothing but their blindness
Serving no one but Her Highness
Your highness
Seven saints perched on the limbs
Stain of wine upon their fingers
The eunuch dances, smiles, and sings a
Merry tune to mark the hour
Snakes are woven in the roots
While fruit decays upon the stem
The languid lilt of merry men
Ladadada
Dadabada
Dadabada
Dadabumbum
Ladadada
Dadabada
Dadabada
Ladabumbum
Seven pupils
Who watch with empty iris open
Behold them
Eyes that can see but do not look
At the decadence around them
Silent as the name
Of the one they serve
Seven saints perched on the limbs
Stain of blood upon their fingers
The eunuch dances, bows, and lingers
Picking pennies from the sand
The lemurs stole all of the fruit
That the servants placed with care
On a shrine that is not there
But how would they know
Ladadada
Dadabada
Dadabada
Dadabumbum
Ladadada
Dadabada
Dadabada
Ladabumbum
Seven daughters
Behold the scene with words unspoken
Heed them
Those with the scars upon their tongues
Each for speaking out of turn
Forced to stand and see as
Seven saints swing from the limbs
The scent of sex upon their fingers
The eunuch tames a timid lemur
And goes to sit upon a branch
The snakes are woven in the flowers
Tracing circles in the air
Putrid pleasure unaware
Ladadada
Dadabada
Dadabada
Dadabumbum
Ladadada
Dadabada
Dadabada
Ladabumbum
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Harding
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