Visiting the manicured prison
Of exotic trees and animals
You could have been an ibex
Your long horns stuck
In the wall behind you
We discover what the tall
Palm trees are lifting for
The elegant awkward giraffes
To rub their long necks on
Do you remember riding them
Nomads of an endless shore
In some long-forgotten life
When we were all on friendly terms
And they had no reason
To be afraid or shy from us
Or was there ever such a time
Or is it still to come
When all the locks are broken
And all the trees fly off
Leaving their names behind