We are waiting We are waiting We are waiting

Before seventeen meters of bass
I was standing, spread eagled
like a prototype angel
awash in the sea.

I was eating my children like an owl,
like Saturn on a bad morning

We report We confess We expose the lies

The billboard for all this noise
was me, and the dramatic mask
was me: the giant shadow-figure

I am the voiceless protagonist

The acoustics of the room change
from the top of the piano
To the bottom of the stage
I crawl into the centimeter ear
and yell

We are drowned out We are turned down We are hushed up
We are suffocating We are lost in feathers We are breathing in
We are noisy We are broken We are waiting in the wings.