Her body calls to me like metal,
Like an air plane, like a pale cold beach,
Mid-morning dew right next to
The peach with blossoms and tea leaf.

The sharpest razor cuts into the neck,
It glides along slowly, shark in the dark,
I blink and try not to think of it's cold
Surface, like rose petals in a greying park.

It's a lost cause, but still I've gotten
Somewhere in ranks, the banners, the tanks,
All along the border the steely birds that prey
Are lined up, for the lost lives we give "thanks."

Building this wall, we've got to support some dream,
It's a popularity thing, it's about being disposable,
A quick fix in a time of uncertainty, of loyal dogs,
We look great spattered in red, this is encourage-able.

It's a fine line between do or die, we've just found
A way to make it seem like we are in the right,
Give the peaceful natives and hippies a "clue" of what is true,
We'll make "reasonable sacrifice," bring death with "Gods light."