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