all the mimes

one tiptoed across a fragile footbridge
and one appeared to pull some strings
one he crawled into a narrow passage
and one pretended she had wings

when all the mimes left town

some climbed ladders hastily attached and
some broke through walls they had made
some just ran against the wind with passion
but by the end not one had stayed

when all the mimes left town

and everyone was talking 'bout it – isn't that ironic
everyone was talking 'bout it – isn't that absurd
just to watch their tight lips moving, it was quite hypnotic
so i just stood there like a statue, did not say a word

when all the mimes left town

and now the public parks are sick and lonely
and concrete laws have killed the young
and how i long for one to kiss and hold me
who doesn't always speak in tongues