Semiprecious Elysian Fields

9. "A Silo Shattered by a Stinging Sensation"

Give me a pillow near an emptying River
And a bag full of famished nails
Give me a pillow in the heart of an emptying River
For it is a being that feels the suspense in my fettered heart

Lay my pillow in a pitch of consecrated nails
And lay me with no bed to sooth
Bones marred by condescending marrows,
And a heart agonizingly wailing without echo

And there we be let to lie like lustful lunatics
Until savaging nails trickle our trimmed time.
And alack! Witness the world waiving bye-bye to
Two dying mustangs, ended by nails and man.