Puppets Beat

Mimicry of life, the puppets dance on their strings all fall down... And rise with the pulsating beat beat of the wild sound: dance on the dark stage lift heads to the all-seeing master laugh at the dirt road sailing feet in the bloody field laugh at the mimicry of life. Phantom of the dead arise and protest... To the puppets' pulsating beat of wild sound Lift thy heads to the dark heavens and cry at the wall. Die with the pulsating beat of wild sound, laughing at the mimicry of life. Mimic...laugh...arise...and protest ALL fall down. Published Spring 1970 issue of The Beachplums.