about. In leopard skins and tiger shoes. We all sing the dog food blues. Sling it on the rusty deck. Rip the sinew from its neck. You can't complain, it's fair enough. We kill it and you buy the stuff
family things. It was made in the USA to defend the King. With all the sinew, the thrust. And all the bones it splintered are dust. It's passed from hand to hand with the wedding rings Oh settle down
. Reach up from the dust. And call it down Can you hear. Can you hear that thunder. Sing His name, sing it out. 'Til the sky spills over I may just be dry bones. Stripped of sinew and skin. But the
and fingers grasping. Shoulders collarbone crushing I imagined myself hacking desperately at a sea of appendages. Forward and right, freeing myself like a butcher. Feeling the mash of bone and sinew
