I’d woken in a garden
Where metal crawls the shoulders
Of dividing walls I’d woken in a garden
Where metal divides
All mighty and small
So I’ll never know you
Oh dunces are frightening
When fists are flying
They’re terrifying
So I’ll never know you I’ll dig,
but I’ll never find you
Nothing is happening everywhere
So I’ll never know you
I’ve run across cities
In which you’ve permission to cower
Relinquish your hold
On the vestiges of power I’ll dig,
but I will not find you
I’ll dig
No desire for elegance
To say nothing of meaning
What a pitiful, pitiful, feeling
Your efforts are futile
When did we become so very
Brutal I’ll dig
I’d woken in a garden
Nothing is happening everywhere
So I’ll never know you.