I cannot hear that well
still the funnel am I
pulling everything of you
into me it comes wanted or not
no more can be contained
outward in words and chords
it pushes back to the world
growling tigers no longer in cages
my heart pounds uneven
waiting to pounce the crooked stare
victims left unheralded and confined
broken is the soul of the patron
here we lie together
speaking uneasily words we were taught
there they die together
waiting for words we should have been taught
