Hello Green Shirt, my old friend
I’ve come to wear you once again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the Shirt of Thursday
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A Green light
That split the night
And touched the Shirt of Thursday
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People dressed in shirts that no one should ever wear
And no one dared
Disturb the Shirt of Thursday
Fools said I, you do not know
Thursday like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the Shirts of Thursday
And the people bowed and prayed
To the Green God they made
And the sign flashed its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the Shirts of Thursday
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