there is a subtle panic in your eyes now.
we used to ride beneath the free blue sky,
with the gilded stars at our command;
i remember late nights in the bayou,
where rough corsets came undone by
unsteady hands as you whispered how
you were the cat who caught the canary
a murderer dressed in the guise of a god,
you licked the muzzle of your gun clean
of the blood that it spilled, because who else
can commit such a perfect murder and craft
such lovely lies while bedding me
in the throes of all the chaos
day and night you sit at your chessboard
and knock down the pawns as you please
you no longer look at me with love as the
red-coated civil servants threaten your sanity
each day they draw breath
running hither and thither with an urgent,
itching desperation to unravel you at the seams
i am afraid of the man you've grown to be,
a monster with silver-tongued, poetic dreams
your prophetic vision is a lifelong reign of terror
a forever incantation of us crying
we need you and you are the face of god
i've abandoned all hope for a life amongst
the virgin runaway lands
between rotting civilization and
the seductive, roiling sea
we have gobbled up our gold, hoping
its luck shall run through our veins;
but all we find is hearts of glass and
the blackened blood of our ancestors
the red-coats caught me in the dead of dawn
and you demanded that i could not speak
so i was unable to release a final scream
as they aimed to hit the crown upon your head
and shot you square in the chest instead
had you known? were you made aware?
did the universe come down and inform you
that you were destined
for such rage and ruin?
