You stood high out of reach there at the top of the tower you blew out the clouds, blocked out the sun no end to the pull and power a rope tied over the land suddenly frayed and unwinding eyes, sharp as a warrior’s blade but in your own smoke you were blinded
so come all you liars saints and lost souls one day’s black is another day’s gold it’s a strange place to see you tonight but it’s all or nothing
and it’s gone
what’s that racket down on the street is it the year of the rat or the sheep smoke and sting, this chaos and reek the hum and the haze of the hollows it’s a ruse, a line, between yours and mine we’re dumping the body of evidence spread that paper, cover your eyes and flee to the walls and the shadows