said
Got a gun
Backed by a garden tool

said
Lost a son
With eyes of blue

said
Greeted by autumn
Synagogue leaves

said
I got 'em
Down on his knees

said
Her love was lost
She struck a pose

said
He birthed at no cost
All the dead arose

said
Lived in Bethlehem
Where snakes spoke

said
Angels will condemn
Grown from bottomless smoke

said
Palms are bloody
Execute my last right

said
Lovers so needy
It is the word I now write

said
The end is near
Locusts from fire free

said
For you, I tear
The death of me


© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.04.07.18:50:00@66W12StNYC
06.04.09.16:30:56@296NYC