In The Nursery
Red Harvest
I have heard the words
"Never in all my years"
But what I had seen
was nothing to what I would hear
and what I could feel His reputation went in front of him
carrying a red flag I couldn't be certain of his bowed head
or even what he had meant it to be But at first glance he had said
it's not easy fighting the twentieth century I wanted to wash more than anything You fool yourselves you are writers
You fool yourselves you are tellers of tales I take apart what you put together I stood somewhere between the passing of the deed
and his dreadful motion. He stood as only a dead man could
From Letras Mania