walking late at night
in a crowd of shadows
rivers dream of battleships
and piercing sounds of arrows

fights begin at noon
after business meetings
swords start raining down on squares
and fountains weep by evenings

statues turn to flesh
dead turn into gunmen
knights in shiny raincoats shield off
tears bewept by seamen

and the man i love
sits above a rooftop
overcasting streetlamps' lights
and hoping soon i'll join up

so walking late at night
i avoid the morning
crawl aboard a messerschmitt
and bleed atop the living