The Woman Hermit Show

Procession

Yirat Adonai...

Procession

• They walk, baking in the sun,



• They swim accross the frigid Rio Grande,



• Without water or food, they forge on,



• Only to be rounded up like cattle,



• They're brought back, where they came from,



• Only to start their journey again.





• Their bed, a black plastic garbage bag,

• Their companion, a three-step valtz-like love song,





• They keep coming, they keep going,




• And nobody gives a shit,

• And nobody ever will, since they too, like their sleeping bag, are readily discardible...