Wire A Public Place
In this public place Pigeons move busily Through the contents Of a man's life In this public place His last mortal remains Reflect a private lake In this public place Lies fly in formation Candid fiction spreads its wings It's deceptive at this angle Does truth dance? Does truth sing? The private hedge pissers In anxious alleys The village boy-wide-men With a game on their hands Wait for the sign That will take them to Heaven Wait for the sign Only they understand In this public place A carved tree Burst through an atheist's heart And broken promises Drifted into the shape of footprints In this public place Lies fly in-formation Candid fiction spreads its wings
