Under the Satellite

Meet me at
the revival down the road by the river,
under the satellite upon your arrival
give the code they’ll ignore you if you
do it right cover your hearth, dig your
heels in i know it’s hard, twisting the
tourniquet before we depart, throw
your pearls in finery in shards among
the hypocrites i heard you wailing in the
night found you frail and so contrite
i see you pale yet full of fight i know
your ailment, i share your plight you’ve
go the sign of the saint the divine, she
sucks a cigarette and sips ballantine’s
for the pain and grips the twine
twisting the tourniquet bustin’out
of your chinos at the knees ditch
your street clothes and tattered
sleeves when you get close, we head
east i’m the pilot and you’re the priest