The flags on main street say
You are one
Are you one of us
They hang in the exhaled air
Of three thousand people sleeping
Breathing deep with their eyes going round
Coding messages
Shedding messages
The night before a parade
Coyotes are lying down
In their dens
In their dens asleep
The half of each bird's brain
That sleeps remains asleep
The corn repeats
Are you coding messages
Are you burning messages
Tonight before a parade
The ghost inside the hall
Moves from door to door
Once again waiting once again come
There's no more movies hung
On a sheet in the park
In the school parking lot until next year
Your children will become strangers to you
They will love a picture of you
More than you every time you speak