the animals of the world

watching the night animals

bellying close to the ground

i was walking in the dark

it was following some feral scent

like i was crossing the road

like i was

following those streets to their destinations

and the animals of the world

and the animals of the world

find theirs

and when the wind stops

we all stop and we are silent

and in the end we all will bend

we will break away

from the ox head

we are moths around a porch light

we're covered in jars

or pinned to the wall

dried out and displayed

tired out and dismayed

from riding on the winds

biding the tides

riding the winds

or biding the tides

flying with the sun

or perched in a row

i was at a window sill

they were unaware like i was

a moment there and then gone

like i was

looking for a place to rest

and the animals of the world

and the animals of the world

find theirs

and when the wind stops

we all stop and we are silent

and in the end

we all will bend

we will break away

from the ox head

we are moths around a porch light

we're covered in jars

or pinned to the wall

dried out and displayed

tired out and dismayed

from riding on the wheels

biding the streets

riding the wheels

or biding the streets