This is the last one about lambs.
And this one's really Freudian, just saying.
It's called "I Have Met the Enemy and I Am Theirs."
[CROWD NOISE]
"I have found my figures, love, and I am
theirs to do with as we will.
Oh, they got sucked into the void spaces of an infant skull
because a storm blew up in there around a cataclysm-- birth.
They fought as winged lions until they fouled the waste
with carrion and living jaws.
And now their storming ghosts roar around on the air
but leave objective room, lamb, for your material-- love.
Oh, it is here that I propose to build
it, the cathedral "Abattoir."
It is a concrete fold, in plan, with columned lions to mark it,
set in a desert storm.
Please be its visitor."
I'll stop now for ten minutes.
Let's take a break, all right?
[APPLAUSE]