In a world made of granite and gold
My ego was dead-cold and stiff
Like the concrete sidewalks
And shimmering clock towers
Counting time like you counted serpents
Before they hatched from eggs
Fragile
I named them all after dead rock stars
Jerry, Jimmy, and Janis
They and a screeching lullaby
For their fallen brothers
And sisters; gilded
Against my clumsy touch
I could not meet your eyes
Like you could not meet my touch
Our flesh alone and barren
Doomed to a world made
of statues
Stony and golden
