Outside Our Gates

Birds lifted away all that we gave them Now summer's parade quietly fades on a reel I pulled down the lights from every last tiny limb Tucked away signs that we'd been here Though some may say, to live this way, is hiding Not hiding, we are unashamed

Round, round goes the clock My panic sounds like tick-tock Night, oh night, move on Your clutch is much too strong Go ten hungry hawks Around our heads just as my thoughts Dive down, down, down, down I call and call and call them off Then wake to bel