Wand - Thin White Rope

The whites of this wand are culled from a visit to the valley of the bones

The black staff’s carved from tropic wood cut down in summer storms

As hot and cold air rub together, make lightning in the sky

So do these distillates of two dark lands conjoin to endow…

Look through the air, do you see contrails gone from the sky?

Yeah, and you see lovelight reflected from Ed Gein’s eye

Doctors and orderlies weep as new children are born

A rash of mistakes sweeps the nations' maternity wards

Borderguards everywhere turn and suck their guns

Every leader is sterilized along with his firstborn son

We can’t find the airwaves, they’ve disappeared into next week

At last god is silent, he’s lost all his power to speak

It might be the last of the changes you’d see, but

I’ll make my mother a house on the hill that overlooks the sea

Get off on this wand if you want, but let me tell you girl

It’s about as effective as my dick for changing the world