Way Down South

From On Driftwood and Oblivion

Jaguar spotted trails
Linger, unnoticed
By man’s wasteland
Disturbed machines

Beyond cheese there
Stands the finer arts
But actress Bete
Doesn’t live here anymore

That’s a big damn wall
Water, hold me back
Charred and tethered
Take one from the king

In the gold rush hour
Time stood still
As the rotting corpses
Old and in the way

An emotionless grin
Separated infants
One destined to live
One destined to die

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