The lead-colored sky and the dried up wind,
The confusion of aimlessly flowing noise
Even the striken shoulder
doesn't hurt
Repeating "The qualities of a bad dream"
dog-end People overflowing in this town
Cigarette ashes that are trampled down until they disappear
dog-end People
the left-behind ash and smoke
Only you, in these arms,
The bait called freedom is irksome,
chained together, the thinned and exposed nape of the neck
If there are no
gods that only ask if it's ok
It's only your tongue, imitating prayers
dog-end People picked up by fingertips
The cigarette ashes called the burned out past
dog-end People the left-behind
ash and smoke
Only you, gathered up.
No more,
dog-end People overflowing in this town
Cigarette ashes that are trampled down until they disappear
dog-end
People the left-behind ash and smoke
Pickpocketing only me.
dog-end People picked up by fingertips
The cigarette ashes called the burned out past
dog-end People the left-behind
ash and smoke
Only you, gathered up.