They’ve been jamming your heart
With an electrical transducer
You press my hand against it
And your fingers buzz
The long winter until you’re dead
Bites its teeth
The sound is slow
Creaking metal joints
Set over the pavement
Now you can finally get paid
Don’t say what it is
It must be something else
The mind keeps its own shelter
Far and away from this realm
You no longer hear it over the fridge hum