And I will skim, my little sail,

my friends all shivering on the rails.

Show yourself.

Floating ten feet above the ground,

twelve millionaires coughing up clouds.

Show yourself.

Train across the island, spitting steam.

Six stations of a snowy screen.

Show yourself.

Out by the fields of silver trash,

the city with its features slashed.

Show yourself.

I've had enough.

I've seen enough.

I've felt enough.

Show yourself.