Yarn of Truth

The sky is falling on Wall Street All manner of right and wrong Going not going going on indeed Just pay the piper for his song A radio echoes from empty homes The shadows ascend the stairs Past the wing joint savings and loan Past the fog of frigid coal kissed air Sickly sweet teat fed romances Yarns of truth so fat and round A blind man could see it with both hands Sure as thorns on a martyrs crown After all that is meaningful we find What nearly kills us makes us nervous That sight is dearest to the blind And we only see what serves us Removing his temporal cataract Death watches the days and hours Providing what our lives lack Incorruptible stopping power Life’s a slow fall toward the grave Hold your hands up and enjoy The company of the brave Whose dreams we do not destroy