the morning breeze wept when she heard your tale
like restless banshees of restless deaths
a drop of blood, a drop of sweat
silenced the echoes of gasping breaths
you ran across the blazing sand
and scorched your feet to brazen brass
and though you tried to reach it’s touch
the surface never turned to grass
and then you sat and waited dawn
the rooster spoke and you heard it say
“miss, I’ve never left from Loversville,
and miss I’ve never seen the day!”
and then you cried but shed no tear
and then you died but showed no fear
and then he said beside his bride
“I thought of you the day I lied”
