Open House

There's one place we're all going
Yet to be disproved
Call it the light or a candy bribe
You can't stop moving toward it
It's a suction-magnet-maze
Where you recline and become unmade
When the dirt hits your face
You part like water
And the rope that drops you down
Is the smoke that chokes you out
The anthem you snuck on his airplane
Disguised as an orchard
And if you think you're living now
Wait 'til you rub the grain
On the opposite ugliest side
Of a beautiful membrane
When he steps up to speak
He'll be wearing crossed hairs
Or concentric circles
Depending on your vision
Point your spiny mind
Aimed in all directions
Give it a loving nudge
Give it an early warning
Know your uniform
Be brave in your uniform
Be just in your uniform
Stay warm in your uniform