DAVE HEILMAN

THE JEWELS OF ST. ARIES
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THE JEWELS OF ST. ARIES
ARE GLOWING IN THE SKY
STARS SHIMMER, AND THE MOON IS FULL
OVER A FIELD OF RYE
IT'S HARVEST TIME, AND THE WORKERS SLAVE
IN THE PALENESS OF IT'S LIGHT
THE DAY IS DONE, BUT THE WORK IS NOT
THEY'LL CONTINUE THROUGH THE NIGHT
THEY'LL WORK WITH SICKLE AND TWINE IN HAND
'TIL THE MORNING COMES AROUND
AND CHOP EACH STALK OF GRAIN UNTIL
THERE'S NOTHING LEFT BUT STUBBLED GROUND
 
THE JEWELS OF ST. ARIES
LOOK WITH COMPASSION ON THEM ALL
AND WATCH AS THEY, STONE BY STONE
BEGIN TO BUILD A WALL
THAT TRAVELS THE CIRCUMFERENCE
OF THIS GREAT, MIGHTY FIELD OF RYE
THAT STRETCHES FAR BEYOND THE REACH
OF THE LONELY NAKED EYE
THERE'S NO BEGINNING, AND NO END
TO THIS MASSIVE WALL OF STONE
AS EACH WORKER FALLS TO HIS DEATH
ONE IS LEFT ALONE
TO TOIL IN THE BURNING SUN
AND THE DIM LIGHT OF THE MOON
HE WORKS HIS FINGERS TO THE BONE
AND HE GETS NO TEA AT NOON
 
BUT THE JEWELS OF ST. ARIES
LOOK WITH COMPASSION TO HIS SOUL
AND WATCH OVER EVERY STONE HE LAYS
EACH BOULDER THAT HE'LL ROLL
AS IF IN THE HELL OF CISYPHUS
HE LIVES ALONE TO DIE
WITH THE MADDENING ANTICIPATION FOR
THE ANNUAL HARVEST OF THE RYE
WHEN ONCE AGAIN HE'LL WORK ALONE
TO EXPOSE WHAT LIES BENEATH
THE CROP FOR WHICH HE HOLDS COMPLETE DISDAIN
NO ONE TO SHARE HIS GRIEF
'TIL ONE NIGHT, WHEN HE CLIMBED THE MOUND
OF ROCK THAT FED THE WALL
LIKE STANDING UP ON THOMSEN HILL
HE HEARD THE VOICE OF A CHILD CALL
AND HE SMOTE THE EARTH WITH THE ROD OF HIS MOUTH
HIS CAPTORS DEFEATED WITH THE BREATH OF HIS LIPS
AND HE SCALED THE WALL THAT HELD HIM IN
IN THE DARK OF A LUNAR ECLIPSE
AND THE JEWELS OF ST. ARIES SMILED ON HIM
FROM WAY OUT IN DEEP SPACE
AND THE SMALL CHILD LED HIM FAR AWAY
HE DISAPPEARED WITHOUT A TRACE 
 
AND THE JEWELS OF ST. ARIES
LEFT THE WRITING ON THE WALL
IT SAID, "HE WHO HAS THE FINAL LAUGH
WILL SURVIVE THE FINAL FALL
AND HE WHO SURVIVES THE FINAL FALL
WILL GET HIS TEA AT NOON
AND NEVER HAVE TO SLAVE AGAIN
BENEATH THE HARVEST MOON"
 
 
Copyright 2003, by David L. Heilman
 
A poem written by David Heilman. 
Music inspired by Bob Dylan's "The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest"
 
Personnel:
Dave Heilman- recitation, acoustic guitar and harmonica
Zach Bailey- organ, electric guitar, bass and drums
 
engineer- Zach Bailey
Produced by Zach Bailey & Dave Heilman