everyone started to die   shuffling papers, and letting out sighs   everyone liked this a lot   staring and smiling at everything everyone’s lost   growing careful in this air   they said it might take different forms   some sham compliance on our skin   we’ve been talked down, we’re immigrants   this flight is almost done, the engines whine, air pressure on your thighs   we’re landing on our sides, gone right to bed, don’t trouble us at all   everyone started to hide   sputtering targets crawling in hind sight   the balance just hates the thought   waiting to see what everyone else has now got   we all dabble in the end   some showhorse workhorse residence   no benedictions down the line   no casting couch to mock our minds   6 miles overhead the light is perfect pouring on your face   and notice how careful everything that lasts has got, has got to be