they left you lying headless on the Via Flaminia,
your blood splayed out in the mud like a crown.
the horses reeled and pawed the earth at the smell of it.
you're food for the wild dogs & the ravens now.
o unfeeling saint of all our favorite feelings,
o bloodied saint of bloodless letter-love:
would you pray for us?
they left you lying headless on the Via Flaminia,
your blood splayed out in the mud like a crown.
the winter sun pulled back the rain like a bridal veil
as your love-letter unfolded itself on the ground.
credits
from Sound Check at the Eschaton,
released November 19, 2015
HPL - vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass guitar, harmonica, organ, whistling.