Two brothers
the walking dead
pray for silence they
said
one shot to the sky
the other held down
by disguise
sex for an angry man
two whores they can count on him
one made of paper
the other glass
one will tear
the other crashed
oh god was I that man up
on a cross
made of steel
stuck on my wall, cold and
thin
who watched me die
and did not care
miles to go before I sleep
the inside marched on
parade to the outside
where no one came
what was there
it scorched the ground
the other made no sound
