.
Rows
Of flailing light
Rip open eyes
Long closed
.
Crack,
The clamor of
The cranes above
She grows
.
Tall
And tenuous,
She rouses us
Below
.
One two
.
Sore
And lazy-eyed
I wonder if
She knows
Of all
The victimized
Who don't know where
They'll go
.
One two
One two
.
One two

.
When
She falls asleep
I wait for her
Reprise
.
And then
They drill her walls
Awake to remember me