Strikes a Chord

How's it feel to be home? Just wondering,
I miss it.

How's it feel to be a man? Just wondering,
because I am that, also. How's it feel

to escape the walls of the prison? Just like
this, knife in hand. I've had lesser pigeons
(meaning seen them, in my eyes)
flying here or flying there. You cannot count
on the priests to save you. They could not
have; they may have tried.

You can only save yourself. Doesn't mean
you can't help. Thus the contradiction. You
can actually save others. I'm speaking in
tongues. One side: serpent. That's right,
parsel-mouths. Fax it to the west and mail
it to the East. The least of these. Arabia.
Other side: Exotic camera club. Meeting
like where?wolves on the subway. Howling
at the metallic sunset. Never heard from you again.