Holding on, with both eyes, to things that don't exist   Peering through the cutting wrist, at grand old mother greedy   Rolling out the cotton ship, upon the carpet pillow   Throttling children callously, a messy day with clancy      Gideon lied and gideon died   The force of china felt   Gideon smiled as gideon died   The thought of china held.      Rolling out the golden robes and other foreign language   Stretching out the verbs and nouns together in the greeting   Some that felt the blade often, some deep confused emotion   Struck eye first against the wall of china under fire.      Gideon lied and gideon died   The force of china felt   Gideon smiled as gideon died   The thought of china held.