Laughing like hyenas
in New York City bones
filing cabinet homes
painting with their fingers
spare hand on the trigger
guns under their chins
and we’re at war, I’m told

Laser-guided altar boys
who didn’t say their prayers
bodies in the freezer
pockets full of paper trails
salted pork and liquid nails
they slap around a shuttlecock
and we’re at war, I’m told

With someone old and someone new
and they still play our song
the pots are boiling over
spitting like a Brooklyn Dodger
no one gives a damn
two lovers dancing in the kitchen
and we’re at war, I’m told

Barflies sucking cigarettes
and pissing on the floor
chasing carrots on a string
crawling through the desert streets
with opiates and shells
swearing loud as mission bells
and we’re at war, I’m told

Hiding in the sewer pipes
and bunkers underground
rats the size of alligators
the protesters are bored and tired
the devil’s chin is curved
we’ve been at war since God was born
and no one gives a damn