aftermath

 

Gold is something
pain is something
everybody knows
I ain't got nothin
round and round
here we go again
little girl
where have you been?

I've been waiting
contrite and cold
out in the night
among the rain
among the stars
Haitian necklaces
burning cars
itching scars
forgotten
alone

I burrowed into the night
what is fear?
I have become it
what is rage?
it's what I am
burning boy
meet burning man

hold out your hands little girl
you will become
my broken one
you can't remember
how could you
how I would writhe
how I would plead
how I would bleed
how I would burn
turn your back
before I turn on you
baby girl
I've been ground down
more aftermath than man
help me if you can
put an end
to this hardscrabble man.