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
wispered through painted lips

rusty phrases forgotten lines
thinking of arrows lost
shooting them past the pain


and everyone of us
losers and lost and 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 many ...