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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