He came into Brussels like Doc McCord that day He came into Brussels like Doc McCord that day window in his wagon bullet in his head a window in his wagon a bullet hole in his head body drained and leaning straight up like El Cid his body drained and leaning he sat up straight just like El Cid goat stood on a rock pile sky felt like a lid a goat stood on a rock pile the sky felt like a lid a field of clover falcon circled low in a field of clover a falcon circled low thought that I was having fit just like hello the thought that I was having fit just like a hello every leaf singing veins full of blood every leaf was singing my veins were full of blood Copyright Hills Snyder, 2003 |