the simple life is gone
what remains is complicated
like the dawn
strong hands are needed
to remove those stones
and lift those trees
we bury the dead in piles
we weep for our lost families
like broken teeth
they are scattered on the land
we are a lot like lost sheep
with no more shepherd
swept out to sea we bleed
with our sick and tired bodies
there are leopards
on the steppes of Russia
whitewashed heads
in restaurants, cornish hens
and garnishes
spotted children
asleep on loaves of bread
tender and mild
you are still my friend
spend the evening by my side
i will keep you company
perhaps we will sing
and even drink some wine