through a hail of gunfire
his scull splits in three
his brain drops to the ground
like ripened fruit from the tree

and through the veil of the fog
his face sucks in at the nose
so that now he looks sly
toothless and old

his eyes pale and blue
his stare clear as the moon
as he falls to the earth
an oak tree with rotten roots

here where the truth
is the first one to die
its entrails dangling
like strings of christmas lights

where hides the glory
through the buzz of these flies
and the sweet smell of blood
where all wars are crimes?


from Uncle Stephanie's Murder Ballads *FOR KIDS!, released July 31, 2015
stephanie - piano, vocals
jesse morrow - upright bass & fx
paul thibodeaux - percussion



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