Snake Behind Bars

Where did all the questions go?

Did they go to the towers of factory smoke?

Or to the hundred-dollar buttons on your fur coat

Where did all the answers go?

Did they go to the fields of weeds and dreams?

Or the trapped-door in the basement with the secret key

A snake was put behind bars

And now I see it everywhere

Plastered on everyone

Even on that which can’t be grasped

We find value in being robbed

As we’re robbed of our value

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