Broken Mouths - L'Altra

See the rifle

See the knife drop

Watch the birds fall

Hear the cars stall

By himself, by herself

Taste the signal, taste the signaled

Call it over, call it open

Works slowly, works so slowly

Rests inside, rests on time

Hear the sink dry, dried on time

I wear the wrong disguises

You keep with open mindedness

Broken mouths, spitting leaves

Your hair is mine

You taste unsure

You see in air

What’s unconfirmed

A broken mouth

My broken mouth

Sets us to depart