I’m just a ruse for you
To come light my fuse tonight
I cant stay too long
But if we have a minute
I’d like to hear your song
About poems that are burning
So hurt me like you mean it
I'll fit in wherever you need me
My mind is long gone
But these hands are strong
And we are all slowly turning
Into our parents again
Red hands paint by numbers
But you are still fumbling
For your keys in the dark
Like lonely jack-o-lanterns
That spark conversations
We are all born naked in our skin
Until these symbols embodied
Within forms of reason
Determined the limits to our liberation
Would you like to finish that thought
And start to sing again
About weapons of antipathy
And our personal responsibility to oblivion
Newspapers face their own exigencies
Reflected in spells of protection
On paper that is proud and transparent
You bowed to the elderberries
While we held hands
And swam as fast and furiously
As we could in order to reach the shore
For once you’ve seen her
I admit that it must not be easy
To stop whatever it is you are doing
To beg God for mercy
And erase that deadly memory