Band can play me off now –
More I plot;
& plan,
& scheme,
& contemplate…
More I see the value in shadows.
After a lifetime of oppression,
Forced to scavenge for scraps in the gutter –
I’m used to looking up,
& out,
From the pitch black dark.
Guess I’ll need figureheads,
Proxies,
Faces I can wear.
Proxies.
