Murder

Dirt sinks in and pulls at my eyes

makes room for half-moon shadows,

a cradle for the morning moon-shine

my hands are nervous and they fall apart

I lose faith when I climb that mountain

you created

time forgives me

he knows the moment

when I believed in the earth trembling

to make room for the ocean and the rain

When I believed in the separation

of dark shadows and pale light

I take the bodies to the field

of itching grass

I murder in the long grass

where crickets smoke hell

and make love

I'm losing it all,

No, all of it.

I wake up, haze holds me down,

Jonathan shakes

my eyes open

and the new hand is not so gentle

no the new hand is not courageous

Hell breaks me loose

and I understand sin

and the beauty of toxins

digging into my skin

I rise up and float past ash and the

mirage of the darkened sky

I see murder, I see murder in that red-hot sky

I see murder and he falls apart.