resurrectionists

lay down in the barricade

heart all vulnerable sprawl

booted feet stomp overhead

an anthem of the need to be whole

it feels so good

just to sleep it off

and let the gangrene come

where tenderest touch

is bayonet thrust

the grass is always fed

and the whispering screams

of the men at your feet

will get you a hole in the head

but it feels so good

just to sleep it off

and let the resurrectionists come.