The Banyan Tree

Seven altars Where seven sightless servants wander Beneath the Canopy of the banyan tree Wearing nothing but their blindness Serving no one but Her Highness Your highness Seven saints perched on the limbs Stain of wine upon their fingers The eunuch dances, smiles, and sings a Merry tune to mark the hour Snakes are woven in the roots While fruit decays upon the stem The languid lilt of merry men Ladadada Dadabada Dadabada Dadabumbum Ladadada Dadabada Dadabada Ladabumbum Seven pupils Who watch with empty iris open Behold them Eyes that can see but do not look At the decadence around them Silent as the name Of the one they serve Seven saints perched on the limbs Stain of blood upon their fingers The eunuch dances, bows, and lingers Picking pennies from the sand The lemurs stole all of the fruit That the servants placed with care On a shrine that is not there But how would they know Ladadada Dadabada Dadabada Dadabumbum Ladadada Dadabada Dadabada Ladabumbum Seven daughters Behold the scene with words unspoken Heed them Those with the scars upon their tongues Each for speaking out of turn Forced to stand and see as Seven saints swing from the limbs The scent of sex upon their fingers The eunuch tames a timid lemur And goes to sit upon a branch The snakes are woven in the flowers Tracing circles in the air Putrid pleasure unaware Ladadada Dadabada Dadabada Dadabumbum Ladadada Dadabada Dadabada Ladabumbum