To Carthage then I came
As a young boy lost in the promise
Of steady beating heart
Of the metropolis
But I spent so long beneath
The dim street lighting
That I strained my eyes and lost the finesse
Of my fine hand-writing
It's not like I needed these days
My letters home have been getting shorter
Can't concentrate if
I can't secure a source of clean water
There's never a drop to drink
In these concrete furrows
My anger is
Vesuvius casting its shadow
I spent so long
Walking across bridges, failing
To appreciate
The sweating river's flow escaping
Leaving the city streets
Tinderbox-dry and oh-so-tempting
My fatigue is
San Andreas shuddering slow
Shuddering slow
I mark my lintel
With bloodstains
And dream of suburbs
Up in flames
Every evening when I arrive back at home
And finally lock my front door
"Carthago Est Delenda"
And the pavements are beaches once more
But in the morning when my alarm wakes me
The concrete is back in its place
As I trudge through the streets at the break of day
It's the river that calls me away
The river flows outside of town
Away from dirt, away from crowds
And if I could follow it to the sea
I'd wash the sweat right off of me
So break my legs and weigh me down
Throw me in, but I won't drown
I'll float away, go down the stream
The river leads outside the city
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