Rings out year after forlorn year
From space, that sacred place
So I stay mourning

Yet, I send signals
Probes, seeking life
To every corner
This curious heart and mind must

I know it’s name, oh, but it’s heart
Darkened for what reason
‘Tis unknown to me

To be

You on the savanna not in khaki 

Bygone-era flashgun held high at high-noon

Since you know there’s more than meets the eye

A yellow hat, but not exactly

Irritatingly inhuman level of patience for them

Misplaced monkeys beside you

Under the black cloth with you now

Looking for the simple