Ancient Tongue of Frontier

Society's numb tongue Underwent, undergone The riptide pulls my feet By hypnosis and brackish replete Our politics paraded in the streets We were there to please Grounded still at the round table Forging letters for keepsake So families could be kept tight Although at nude beaches, anarchists ran Poised and laughing at the dull face Of a monarchy solemnly rejoiced The sand and sun were for everyone American boys on the skull trapping frontier Tapped the essence of mainline Those wild, wooly inculpable fears They rigged the order of moss and deer So be it, we are ancient and modern Atlantis, her watery sun beckons too Casting mystery upon the waves Soon to be searching our hidden Titanic While unearthing Catholic graves