Angeline

The leaves have turned
Your ways haved burned
Your naked flesh against the sun
Your walls are bare
You’re huddled there
Ignoring everyone
But on your own
Your kids have grown
And left you to waste away yourself
You long to eat
But your stubborn feet
Have left nothing on the shelf
Angeline, Angeline
All your friends on their hands and knees
Tired of your tragedies
And standing on your bones tonight
Dressed up in the pale moon light
Surrounded by the tall grass waving with bare brown trees
What a bad sight
Your corpse is light
And laid out for everyone to see
Now the snow has come
Falling on everyone
And making steam when you breathe
Now they’ve put you in the ground
About six feet down
And left you to rot in your dirt cave shell
Now the worms they feed
On your fragile feet
As you walk your naked half to hell
Angeline, Angeline
All your friends on their hands and knees
Tired of your tragedies
And standing on your bones tonight
Dressed up in the pale new light
Surrounded by the tall grass waving with bare brown trees