before the guilted
a paper flown
in clips of shadows
a slide
while she was thrown
handle of cold crowns
pelting misery above the doves
knowing of kings shattered taste
taking his last living grace
sheilds morose living hides
lashed over, spraying of stars
to husk the breaks of backs
upon a levied price
a cross casket of old device

these the civil rights
all have forsaken
leaving the land homesickened
without liters of liberty
intense disdains in smiles shod as slaves

dedicated to tennessee, miley, taylor, and those
whom have felt the country speaks telling enlightened

taking my country home at night
the meditation of finding home
inside of the war she made me from
i accepted that at birth