Fallen Town

Right before me rides my brother

With him ride a couple others

Carrying their fallen usher

Some of us were born to suffer

As the shingles all fall off the roof

And they land on the cold dead ground

There is nothing down there

But the birds will find their food this winter

Wearing a nice sweatshirt that you had knit for me

I wake before you and you wake so grumpily

But I love the morning now

It's when you let me see your face

And you are so beautiful

You hold the secret

I will love you till my blood evaporates

Strip the paint and strip the drywall

Rip me down and build a strip mall

You and I hide underwater

We bear witness to the slaughter

Hold our breaths a little longer

Oh, lift my skirt and search my body

Beat me till my brain is foggy

We will sit through all the debris

And if our house is still standing

Oh, will you make up if you let me?