If You Were To Ask Me Now
(I’d Lie)
It was how we spoke. Trotting words like a Basilisk on water. Never dipping a toe beneath. That was our way. Orbiting the Animal Planet. Filled in 30 minute slots. Astral projection from the safe confine of steel. And we knew a thing or two. Trained bread to break itself. Meat to stand the test of time. Teeth to bite the wagging tongue. Boots to wade the ash. I’d say it was our finest hour. If you were to ask me now.