Who does this belong to?
I found it, guess I’ll keep it for myself
You’re bleeding all over my blanket in a forfeit
your life is mine, now it’s time to build us
an army to force them on Sunday to pray to gold
& we’ll send out some postcards and sign one in red
for the neighbor’s wife. I hear she’s really nice
All the head on the wall
& all the paper you fold
they won’t be there with you
underground, safe & sound in silence
The royal scepter & crown,
and all the peasants & cows you can count
They won’t fit in your padded box,
they’ll be passed on to
who wants them
bring more wine, sit down at the table
shoot it out
The widow will move on
and your daughter will stop wearing black
someday and you’ll be just a memory,
a statue. Abright colored canvas will fade &
lose its value & purpose
but the frame can be refinished and used again for someone else’s child
All the head on the wall
& all the people you call your friends
they won’t be there with you
underground, safe & sound in silence
The royal scepter & crown,
and all the peasants & cows you can count
They won’t fit in your padded box,
they’ll be passed on & on & on & on & on &

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