Tarla walks down the hall
   And when she walks, sometimes she falls.
   Tarla makes it whenever she can
   And she listens to the flesh in her bag.
   Tarla dreams of the day that she will see
   Mr. Chilk's eyes down the hall.
   What she wants is not that hard.
   Mr. Chilk is a political man
   And nothing will stop him, nothing can.
   Even the lack of vital tissue
   cannot sway him from his vision
   And his mission and her satchel
   are unstable and yet central to the issue at hand.
   And Tarla walks down the hall
   And when she walks sometimes she falls.
   She gets up
   And Tarla walks
   And asks herself about the ox.