They call the key a scrap
They call the green a lie
They buckle down the straps
To make the memories die
The farmhouse stands half-made
While winter counts the cost
A current climbs the gauge
To draw out what I lost
Somewhere under the rainbow
The green will never go
A world of eerie wonders
Still calls me from below
If wonder is an illness
Then fasten every strap
If memory is voltage
Then let the current crack
Wind up the soldier
Let the gears begin
Mind the pumpkin
Keep the rot from him
Bring out the sofas
Mount the antlered head
Dust it, speak three words
Wake what once was dead
Somewhere under the rainbow
The green will never go
A world of eerie wonders
Still calls me from below
If wonder is an illness
Then fasten every strap
If memory is voltage
Then let the current crack
Hear the damaged down below
Hear the wheel-screech start to grow
See the living turn to sand
See the wheels on every hand
See the heads all cased in glass
Turn the key—they scream en masse
See the stone mouth open wide
Hear the poison work inside
Somewhere under the rainbow
The green will never go
A world of eerie wonders
Still calls me from below
If wonder is an illness
Then fasten every strap
If memory is voltage
Then let the current crack