Pools of Mercury

Sirens begin, the red light spins Hungry go the thieves Betty's in the sandbox trying to detox She always wears long sleeves Desdemona in a red kimona can't get off the bench Her bolts are fused, her limbs can't move Someone better find a wrench Got no past, they can't last Future's like a curse What's best for them is always bought at the price of something worse Wren's heart of ashes, the glue-on lashes Her baby's in a Brillo box She's on one knee with key after key Trying to find the right lock By the pulp of her fears and the shape of her tears you can tell tomorrow's weather She bends her skin in the shape of her sins To keep herself together Got no past, they can't last The future's like a hearse