There is no dignity in this

talk about success

Names name what

That you can’t go out in the open

That you are dirt and small

That you are remembered only

as a sign above a door

or a door we forgot

The children of this fact

lay their heads on stone

Now you know politics

The bridge goes over belief

and we build a boat

to replace where we were going


I came with you to the city

And we saw the last giraffe

The tribunes were waving

Over our heads

And everything was made

Of sugar


I fed you from my hand

We were wild for once

Real captive wild

Not like this unrelenting freedom

I last gave to you

And now we have nothing

But does that make everything

The thing to do