Bring Your Chains

Here we pitter
Here we pat,
Here we turn our steps to dance
And here we dreamt of that

We stepped once
We stepped twice
We turned our lives about
And with steps as fleet as vice

Down the hall
Down the lane
Down to the hollow ground
And down to the river once again

Slowly pounding
Slowly growing
Slowly edged together
And slowly we are coming

And swiftly
We
Are
Dying.