On the Square

Covington square was a place of  social worship

People gathered there to integrate with the cityscape and each other

Being a part of the anthill social structure, giving relevance, weaving reality
Dressing up a nowhere existence with paper doll clothes and drag queen wigs

By the light of day, the square was measured, professional

The place where folks would pretend to be important, irreplaceable
By the night, the same people came to spin, coalesce, slink, shine
There are things that soften in the dark, masks off, skin showing

Twice during the down times, the square was off limits
But the energy of a place does not dissipate, it builds

Calling those that pretend and those that do not, to fight back 
And take what is due, the square needs life, we need the square