My grandfather knew how to live
and ignore all those who thought to give
his labor and sweat and blood and tears
was what it meant to live in our..
ages.
Can we now still live like that man was
a forgotten entinty of the past that was
most righteous...
Picking a banjo with whiskey in hand
did he not truly understand what was meant
for him to be?
No toilet that flushed no food nor water that ran
can even you compare to this man who was?
Our patri... our manly soul.
Our glue that held our family so bold
into oness..
You think that man who kicked your ass when he was drunk
from ten glasses of whiskey was not manly.
Yet you know as you lie with two feet in the grave that
nothing will ever renew all that was from that good man.
We all knew that house
We all were afraid
Yet nothing could ever persuade us from that good man.
And now it's gone that house we adored...
No barrels of rain to bathe in anymore..
and maybe he wasn't a man of his times
but we loved that man who rejected
your currency.
He laughed and thought "This is not me"
and a man of sympathy
for your world...
And now you live
And maybe well
And knowing that all is going to hell you live.
And he lived just as he wanted to...
with woods and fields and animals who
fucked in his yard.
And we liked that..
We all liked that.
Rabbit fuck and rabbit run
who all know that it's not too long
you'll be feeding us.
In gravy and maybe roasted too
I think the squirrel will be
joining you.
And tastey you are
you silly kids you
Grandma made gravy or squirrel stew.
We look at you and love like friends.
And our glands they spit out the silvery strands
that await you.
We love you and see you and want you to live
but our bellies and pockets don't seem to agree
with that sweetness.
If living were a dream and nothing to gather
I don't think that you guys would matter
to our table.
But grandpa he said eat what you can
and nothing is better than that rabbit that ran
from my beagle.
So now we dine on that hare so fine and juice
falls from our lips.
And nothing before could be as much a reward
as the meat that comes from our work...
(Dedicated to Nero Wadkins)
