Mary Marie - Tom Verlaine

Dried-up corn

all around your well

fences breaking down

One big mill

so still

don’t it look just like a crown

Mary Marie

Can’t they see they can’t run your ship aground

Mary Marie

Can’t they see they can’t borrow what you found

Empty boxes

piled up one in another

gleaming in the wind

One huge fountain

shut down completely

and then the glare begins

Mary Marie

what a waste all the hands that just won’t try

Mary Marie

if they taste their own bitterness they’ll fry

Last night so foggy

Today the rain

I saw the hand come down on the flame

But the light goes on I still hear your voice

and how the burning remains

Mary Marie

taking leave turning mirrors to the wall.

Mary Marie.