I saw a sad coyote at the intersection
It was a black-ice red-light orange zone
I saw the green-light shimmer sour his complexion
It was the white lines that told him Go Home.

I saw a young jackrabbit in the new division
It was an old-bone, tapped-out concrete kind of dry
I saw him duck down a hole, take a family for a mission
Where the grass grows brown and the trees can only sigh

If I should stir from this sleep to a moon that's sad and broken
I'll take the knife face-up, eyes open

I saw the brave grow afraid when he woke to his new illusion
It was a sharp-tipped grip that he kept to keep his bones
I saw him fall in the brawl, in the dark confusion
It was the packed-black facts that tracked back home

I saw him wake wake wake in a hospital bandage
I saw him wake back into a rough possession
I saw the last time he woke to a broke appendage
It was a snap-fast gasp at his regression

He holds tight tight tight tight to what he knows
Now it's time time time time to let it go

I saw the rabbit strapped to the solid slab
Saw the coyote grin at the feast before'm
It wasn't hunger, no, it wasn't quite that drab
It was a sacrifice with a little bit of decorum

If I should stir from this sleep to a moon that's sad and broken
I'll take the knife face-up, eyes open

He holds tight tight tight tight to what he knows
Now it's time time time time to let it go