Through the rain And all the clatter, Under the freemont bridge, I saw a pigeon fly, Fly in fear From a raptor Come to take its life. Does it closed And for the captured, I funnel the fear through my ancient eyes. See in flight Where i know all the bitter mechanics of life. Under my hat, It breathes, The lines are all imagined. A fact of life I know To hide from my little girls. I know my place amongst The bugs and all the animals. And it's from these ordinary people You were longing to be free. In my hotel, And on the tv, A pitcher on the stage Like a buzzard cries Out a warning, A phony sorrow. He's trying to get a rise. Sign of life Of an almot. Let him look at your hands, Get the angles right. Ace of spades, Port of morrow, Life is death Is life. I saw a photograph Of cologne in '27, And then a postcard after the bombs in '45. Must have been a world of evil clowns That let it happen. But now i recognize, Dear, In these eyes, That you were there And so was i. Under my hat, i know The lines are allimagined. A fact of life, I must impress my little girls. I know my place amongst The creatures In the pageant. And there are flowers In the garbage, And a skull Under your curls.