Empty Hats Dunnenkirk And The Gypsy
A grotesque babe was Dunnenkirk, a freak by nature's
making
the priest pronounced him devil spawn, by his own he
was forsaken
abandoned to a gypsy crone, never suckled by his mother
the old one fed him roots and bone, she loved him like
no other
Dite cizi, I'll lie near you now, dite cizi I'll lie
near you
the world will know a noble soul when you have found
your way through.
She taught him how to read the stars, how to minister
to the broken
to tolerate the ways of all, and know what has been
spoken
He closed her eyes the day she died, looked back to
remember
then made their hut a funeral pyre...
Oh, heaven rained down embers.
Dite cizi I be with you still, dite cizi I'm still with
you,
You'll speak the truth in common tongue though few will
understand you.
He lived among the townsfolk then, barefoot and
misshapen,
his wisdom fell on fallow ground, from him they kept
their children hidden
he left them after seven years, wearied by their
hatred,
Then he looked down from the highest cliff in seach of
the exhaulted
A caravan of tangled bones lay tented in the distance
He heard the fates call out his name, from his soul
came no resistence
The fringe folk and the wild seed, the freak with four
arms flailing
welcomed him among their score like a tincture to their
ailing
Dite cizi be you near them now, dite cizi be you near
them
Let this be the work that sets their ancient gash to
mending
They asked him how to heal their fears, he answered
"Face the danger.
We'll build a stage up on the hill, we'll be the
carnival of strangers.
Spectators gaze on oddity to be consoled that form is
content,
but we were cast with beastly masks that we might learn
the difference!"
Dite cizi you lie near them now, dite cizi you lie near
them
They are all they need to be to satisfy their longing.
He traveled with them forty years, in his tent did they
gather
To cry, to sing, to seek his words, for he loved them
like no other
Late one night when the stage was bright and the blue
moon met the bent tree,
they heard him call to the gypsy crone, "Come find me,
I am ready!"
Dite cizi, go you from them now, dite cizi go you from
them,
Their twisted limbs are now their wings, your carnival
is legend.
Dite cizi come lie near me now, dite cizi come lie near
me,
The life you lived as Dunnenkirk is the myth you leave
to history.
Dite cizi I'll lie near you now, dite cizi I'll lie
near you,
their world did know a noble soul...who helped them
find their way through.