As the curtain pulls
we think of all the different schools
pools of thought and all the rules
of right and wrong
Trickling downs our spines like vines
or lines
of a never-ending song
Now we all wonder what
we are to see
as the blind it opens in front of me
The sun shines bright
it hinders our sight
In the soul though we know
that strange feeling trickling down your neck
warming luminosity just for a sec
then we all gingerly became a wreck
More cars screeching to a
halt
Loud piercing bangs
whose fault?
Scarlet oozing onto the concrete-
I saw my dearest fall to the side and take a seat
I heard Joe Evans scream
"Good heavens"!
I heard Mrs. Marchetti plead
"What-the-hell happened Beatty"?
My jaw dropped just before-
before I saw the man, the women, and-and-and
all that gore
I walked out to the deck
I thought about the wreck
I thought about the tears and the faces
I thought about what would help erase-this
And now I know how some go
now I know
now I know
