they filled our hearts and hands with violence, with violence, with violence

has the full feeling
of laying on yr
back
watchin the
'stars' fall outta
the sky
in anger and rage
and the pure joy of
burning burning burning

walkin into the vertical
blackened board shed
tin roof makes taps in the rain
n its always rainin this time of year
cept tonite

its dark black dark
the gas tanks been out
so long the mantles
been eaten by moths or somethin

kickin dust through the creaky floor boards
leavin scuffed work boot marks to the
chair in the corner
a seat by the window
to listen for the ghosts
and watch them
'stars' out the broken by stone
window
fall n burn
burn burn