10th of July

I heard the shuffle of angel’s feet

Because today I managed to take my dagger

And deepen the hole that creates

My own passion and pain

I’ll see you next year

Same time, same place

Quarter of a century, as long as you remember

Bury me in the garden of the lost

Have bagpipes play at my funeral

And play the soundtrack for all

And let the womyn and men in blue jeans

Create paintings on the grassy hillside

Hear my song and chant

Listen to the wind, the music of the night

Dance naked in front of the wildfire

And look in the mirror and see my shadow

Today I’m an angel

Hear my feet sliding and stomping

Hear my heart pounding and my veins popping

Think about the times

And now I hold my dagger closer

Today is a day how we all remembered him

Always fucking around, not one soul knew truth

Except for the great spirit in Missouri land

Look into my blue eyes

Tell me what you see

Search the rest of the earth

And what you have forgotten

We lay him to rest

On this tenth day of July

In Nineteen Ninety Nine

© 1999 David Greg Harth

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