angels go cold in deep mountain lakes / as spoke the father
the uncensored mule / damning me to pride and faltering
lost without the light to guide me home
chains were my hands and my sworn enemy
molten ‘round my wrists forever bound
energy is for starving or for saving
it depends on the year that comes across
angels are helpfull helpless baited and shy
no sooner the forgiver than the law
and chastised by a thousand whips each lifetime
and left bleeding and forgotten in the draw
nov. 6 / 2003