The Miracle Poem by Catman Cohen

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails
Place the ghostly steps
Below the battered rails

Invite those crazy strangers
Dressed in stranger clothes
Join the mighty miracle
Ready to unfold

Building a stairway
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles

Leave this evil town
Where scorpions share your bed
Guilty snakes make a home
Deep inside your head

The bleeding sun
Burns your feet
Hangmen joke
Beggars weep

Buried bodies
Cry for help
Undertakers
Steal your wealth

Building a stairway
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles

We’re laughing and
We’re dancing
In the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives

Can’t you see?
We’re dancing in the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives

Feel so free
Dancing in the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives

Free so free
In the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails