Guard at the gate.
Fallen in love with distance, horizon’s best friend.
Flask in one hand, dizzy by the end.
Tip back and the sun becomes a parrot.
Grip reticent, stack the leaves of your problems and tear it.
No power, no power, you can’t stop its slow decline.
See now just lay down there on the line.
Sing, sing sweet and the moon becomes the teacher.
Cry out, we’ve brought in the preacher.
Again the blade falls to force the soul to part.
Pick up the pieces, throw them in a cart.
Just another execution.
Guard at the gate.