crosshair

aim for the knees,
the heart's too deep
the head too small,
you can't stop them in the end
but you can try to make them fall

hit them where you can
save your breath for now
you'll need it down the road,
things get nasty from here on out
so turn back here if you've got doubts

their surly grimace
tears across the land
as they grow thinner
coffee still in hand

without pause for death
they head east instead
but when they reach the end
they discover too late
the books were not their friends

mutiny aboard progressive vessel
the slow collapse of Franklin's trestle

tomorrow is just yesterday
with a new paint of coat
oh God please forgive them
they could hardly know

the hills run red
with blood
the past runs sick
with should
two steps too far
it's done

farewell those of trend
you've got nothing more to lend
the waters in your heart are stagnant now
whatever wave you felt
has long passed,
bringing us
to past

the cross hair drags across the crowd
ammunition almost out,
farewell doubt, farewell doubt