WE EAT DINNER BY THE TV EVERY NIGHT
WATCH THE EVENING NEWS, TERMINATOR 2
THE WORLD FLASHES BY, AND IN MY YOUNG EYES
I SEE HOW THINGS MIGHT BE, I SEE HOW THINGS
THE TENNESSEAN SUN HAS QUIETLY BEGUN
ITS DESCENT TO FORGET EVERYTHING IT SAW TODAY
AND IN THE ALLEY I FOUND A BIRD THAT’D DIED
I TOUCHED IT WITH MY HAND JUST WHERE IT HAD LANDED
IT’D NEVER FLY AGAIN, I KNEW IT THERE & THEN
I COVERED IT WITH STONES & LET IT REST ALONE
AS A BOY IN TENNESSEE, BAREFOOT THROUGH THE YARD
CAREFUL OF STICKERS & RED ANTS, I NEVER WENT VERY FAR
WENT ONE DAY TO THE FIREWOOD TO SEE WHAT I COULD FIND:
THE TANGLED WEB OF SOME BLACK WIDOW, REFLECTING IN MY EYES
AS A BOY IN IOWA, BAREFOOT IN THE STREET
BUILDING UP MY CALLUSES TO HONE MY SUMMER FEET
THEN ONE DAY A SHARD OF GLASS DUG INTO MY HEEL
BURIED ITS WAY DEEP UNTIL I COULD NO LONGER FEEL
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