The Enemy

Look me straight Now blame it on loneliness Who knows? Certainly not them Where is this? The lane that takes you head on But for now You do not/cannot contemplate Certainly not you And silence is dread 'Cause look what you've done Aligned outside no aim Which follows me Painted over a well cleansed abdomen Tattooed ugly and blue The enemy Watch and wait A childproof survival kit Just for a glimpse Of the everlasting big kick Secrets bleeding to untold families Lovers in flight over the gravesite We become statues In a ten acre garden