Eyes adjusting to take
in the gruesome sight
Search the body for a pulse
but nothing is found

My gaze casts down
At the human viscera
Staining memories of a time
When I had all of my teeth

If I start driving now I could probably
Make it into Sundown by sunrise
I'll leave memaw a note down in Amarillo
Confessing that her first born son died

Find the hole in his head
scarred over with all of his
poor intentions, brains drip
from what used to be his ear

I take his bloody jaw in my hand
I help him turn the other cheek
his lifeless eyes stare at the wall
silent red drapery and vignette

I lean in close
To the human viscera
Staining memories of our time
"Who has a listening problem now?"

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