Lyric Twenty Moons

why are people more interested
in how a building reaches to the sky than it touches the ground?
she is always looking up
as I pull concrete from my teeth
and in exchange of complication
if I lose her where will I be her
20 moons elude me in my time of need
bells and hammers are rarely friends
but my promises stand tall
and are here with me the fly s will feed on corpses
as do the frogs on them and the mosaic
of broken bottles lodged in my neck, bleeds conveniently