In the city of gold

 In the city of gold
             mouths droop from the boughs
  and ripe songs fall to the earth
             and sing for thousands of winding miles.
  
 In the city of gold
             every time you open your hands from prayer
                         a golden eagle opens into the night.
  
 In the city of gold
             children follow breadcrumbs into the forest
                         and baying dogs pierce the night.
  
 In the city of gold
             there are only lies
             and truth is fucking up in some other town.