Nightly Flight

X marks the spot and

Connect the dots and

            How did we get here tonight?

Four left turns make a right,

Block out sight, block out the sight

            And

            How did we get in this mess?

Why do we wave, laugh, love less and less and less?

Sickness and health—like the pledge means, like the preacher says?

            How do we pass

            In the hallways

            Like two car engines

            On an assembly line?

                        When did we—

                        How did we—

                        Why did we—

                                                Start this fight?

                                                Start this flight?