this is Our chance
Our most magnanimous chance
perhaps Our only real chance
to gather up Our heirloom glory
to create a coronation story
this is Our ancient arrival into a sad city
inhabited by only the saddest descendants
of avocados ripe and resplendent
where the glorious river of Our mutual spit
and lusttropfen flows directly through the town
directly through the town to wash the grains
that we will knead and bake into bread
that we will share together at our benediction table
and we look at one another straight into the Augen Lieben eyes
through the flame of an orange candle
that you dipped with your own artful hands
this is Our chance
Our most magnanimous chance
to reclaim our sparkling position
for the very first time in hundreds of years
since that bird flew into our window
into Our inherited Swiss kitchen window
this is the mystical hymn
that we shall choose to learn to sing
in the most majestic of stereophonic frequencies
free of all these mortal blasphemies
for this shall be our lovely legacy
which we shall voice a lilting threnody
to the death of jasmine and the chopped-down redwood tree
we shall exalt the birth of these tiny golden skeletons
pressed in between us for fresh food and mutual Love
we shall give Our emblematic voices to them
and to all those who care to even listen
for this Our chance
this is Our improbable chance
Our one and only most magnanimous chance
to offer homage and to signal remembrance
for the sacred oath we took together
down by the river on that bed of clover
where the sun shone upon Our crooked crowns
and melted the honey between Our magnanimous molten mouths
for this is Our lovely legacy
this is Our chance
this is Our chance
