Fake Names

It’s a nest of wire and folded foil
It’s a humming hive in a broken tree
The buildings itch and look impatient
Without their skin they bare their teeth
Bones will show right through the seams of last year’s new elective surgeries
I get ground down to one dimension
Aerodynamically complete
My heart is smoothed down past perfection
No shadow left to follow me
Bones still show right through the seams of last year’s new elective surgeries
The water will rise and this trusted disguise won’t hold
Give them all fake names
Give them all fake names
Give them all fake names
If we leave today no vacant age will follow us