Four Corners

Half amused, half alarmed Handshake to shoot down the jest Sucker to sucker in palms Got a taste for the harm A spark in the consequence The hook through your lip means to scar And nothing you've ever raised Goes unmarked Nothing you've ever praised Has stayed this far And you realize your life can be Broken down into four corners You never left the circle You were born in It's a funeral of a sign The arrows lined like the mourners It's the death of a kind Left with its starving reporters Crook to kill, saint to swarm No doubt can interfere A wired will this well worn Taught to turn from the storm Rid your arms of the troubled wants It's cleaner to leave than to scorn And nothing you've ever raised Goes unmarked Nothing you've ever praised Has stayed this far And you realize your life can be Broken down into four corners You never left the circle You were born in It's a funeral of a sign The arrows lined like the mourners It's the death of a kind Left with starving reporters