Another night on the tower
ten hours of my life to waste
A watchman to watch over the camp
but who to watch over me?

The light deserts god's empty work
till it's just this candle and me
In a trojan horse erected out
to liberate the free.

I watch the crescent moon go up,
its as if she's drawn the short straw too.
Never a companion, this cosmic block
is just there.

I think of the women of my life