Losing Time in Côte-Des-Neiges

Here, here is the truth
hanging high on a wire
here is the truth
spat out like a snake
here is the truth rubbed out like an eye
stomped out like a curb
split like a smile, cracked like a rib

here is the a lock where there is no key
here is a thumb
here is a day when your eye is a lock
and your thumb is a key

here is the truth, strung tight like a
spine
here is the truth
sliding out like a child
here is the truth bloody and wailing

here, here finally, is the truth