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