Friday, May 28, 2010

Country Sounds

You are welcome to these words,
Out there, in the heavy night, roaming;
You are welcome indeed, O nameless brother,
So be still;

I know how the sun shines differently;
These sepia weeks are mine too;
And I know that your dying wish was to live
One more hour, just one more;

But I would kill you again, brother,
Just the same;
So gather your chains,
And leave me my pretty ashes

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