A Retinue Of MoonsnnA retinue if moons, of icy moonsnThey illuminate the landnAnd they make me thing of younWhat sunk silently nTo the depths of a mysterynA clue that only none scientist knewnnWho knew that the sky is now found to containnBenzene and methane and chalknAnd bloody mud, muddy blood from the skynFrom the sickly sweet wings of Edith’s Checkerspot Butterfly?nThey die in the oceannTheir legs are brokennThe rain slows their flight as it soaks their wingsnnA microphone will listen for thundernThe telephone will dial the numbernTo deliver a, a clearer picture nOf weird wet weathernThis puts all previous discoveries in doubtnThese are things we have theories aboutnnOverhead two sky titansnThey collide in slow motionnWhile over the Ice Tongue, fluid flowsnA 1000-foot thick chunk of sediment is exposednYour own special homennA choking, vapor-laced hazenObscured by acid rainnEnveloping everythingnOn the edge of the Milky WaynnnnnnThe Infidel Is MennAm I the infidel?nI thought it was supposed to be someone elsenBut I see now it’s menI am my own worst enemynnJust think of itnThe sequence of the incidents was intricatenSo brilliant yet illegitimatenNot disastrously but triumphantlynWhen we met in the secret facilitynI said, (you remember what I said)n“It’ll be easy for you to recognize menBy the coils of concentina wire nsurrounding my head in a shiny halo nof sharp blades.”nn“There are people here nThat would do you great harmnSo please, just try to stay calmnAnd I’ll get you through this,”nYou whispernAnd with that, my illegance had shiftednnThe betrayal, the delusionsnMy Quantico rejectionnThe isolation, the breakdownsnAnd mysterious injectionsnAh, the infidel is mennThen it was InThe lone futurist leading scores of resistorsnArmed with tridentsnBut you’re not therennWhy can’t you come in from the cold?nWhy can’t you come in from the coldnTo make an unlikely alliance with me?nnWhy don’t you come in from the cold?nWhy don’t you come in from the coldnTo make an unlikely alliance with mennAy, the Infidel is mennAnd in defiance of our alliancenI say, go away and lick your woundsnAnd when you get them really clean againnYou can dream away your dark dreamnnAy, the Infidel is me.