I looked at you in a way I feared I could,
mocked by the all-connecting dots that said
"this is not good, this is not good."
With tangled tongues inside the hardware store
I said in my way as you said in yours
"let us build ourselves a city."
Your speech became thick and compelling and
above hung a net set to catch all that challenged it
in the slightest bit.
With tangled tongues inside the parking lot
I left the tar saddened to watch you walk
scattered soft across the earth.
Well maybe that's the way that they planned it,
maybe that's just death by stars.
