Harlequin came at night

bowing to the ghosts of freedom square

stretching a silver rope

jester of frozen minds



And everyone of us

junkees and ghosts of freedom square

spoke through his waving hands

wept on his brother face

whispered through painted lips

rusty phrases forgotten lines



Thinking of arrows lost

shooting them past the pain



And everyone of us

losers and lost sad underdogs

just scraps of our younger minds

we danced all around the square

jumped to his see-through horn

screaming shouting forgotten lines



Shooting our rage again

like arrows far past the pain



And when the dogs fast arrived

baying across the town

we were there

all of us

a million harlequins



And the town

bloomed alive

like a beautiful night fair

and we were there

all of us

to be the rite of may....