~ Apathetic city skyline This must be Drum Street There's critical thinking Digital tendencies
Pigeons on the roof Kids in the library Hail and flashpoint Homeroom Their final resting place
Who of you misses the bleak missiles of youth? And how they used to hit like needles?
I can count your sufferings on my fingers See them hidden in the tall grass They move in secret With shadow blister As much as the caterpillar: Elusive and eruciform
Sixteen crane wives Collect on the guide wire Their weathered plumage Strangely displayed
Airplane debris on an uncharted wild Macabre flowers growing out of air masks, gone quiet The magic word is drear It's a sorrow-filled caw As if feathers from the grave Clothing our fears
I can count the flock on my fingers See them separate in mid-flight Each a solitary path Fusing rage and grief Each a solitary path Fusing rage and grief ~