Muddy Pens

I found your name above the wooden door dugin cursive with asalad fork muddyprose and some bootmarks where you'd been The shaken teacher told the layman man the righteous sufferunder a foreign hand and pulled the shade to keep the crowd from peeking in I found your sister near the tavern sign a dirty rag and some turpentine playing house and telling everyone your dead The steel workers told the preacher man we all assume the worst the best we can and for a round or two they'd gladly track you down I told it twice andeven raised my hand. it never ends the way we had it planned and kissed blood redlips and another on yourweary head.