Under the railroad tracks mid train
Screaming through the driving rain
With all it's mile of stunning weight
Crushing over our homeless state

A leaky cave turns fire to steam
And none, I've tried, will hear a scream
Lived here, largely,gone some years
The walking man who disappears

Surfacing when darkness ends
Where,on who's version, much depends
Zombie street life oozes in
The city with their scabby grin

Rummaging these filthy trails
Scratched by septic fingernails
Scatter piles they blindly steer
Burn and bright when passing here

Back to you all dressed in tape
Your eyes in their unveiling shape
When I know where the Devil is
Your future now entangles his