said

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

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