Mewithoutyou - August 6th

^BmAug. 6th, carved in desks with old^D knives: “Back when our common cause was^A alive And--let’s say--the hyacinth fields were i^Bmn bloom Children watched as the soldiers marched^D by All the birds fell like frogs from the^A sky Prostrate in the streets every crescent^Bm moon Lonesome offspring of which still r^Desound With the victimless sins of their authors passe^Ad down And the remnants of loathsome, disjointed wor^Bmlds Along the short path round the lily pad p^Dond With off-white deerskin wedding dress^A on German songs, homemade bonnets like old-order^Bm, amish girls jilted by squirrels In the parks of Sioux F^Dalls haunted by church bells Like ghosts of ^Aapplause and the earth deep down tire-stacked walls like New ^BmMexico, peaceful as moth-bitten pincushion ^Ddolls making up myths about wounds without^A cause...” And sometimes when it’s quiet my heart feels lik^Bme Guernica [scenes from old air raid] on screens in blue ^Ddusk Perfumed neighborhoods/graveyards the breath feels like^A flies in my lungs, voice like ambulance Sirens whose^Bm light floods the ground (“praying mantis spreads arms” said the^D lines of whose palm?) Skyline shifting like clouds became^A “airplane descends” [fade to scenes on the ground] human^Bm foreheads all smashed Foreign cars upside down, insect^D mouths open wide I stared down a huge insect, bright^A red-glowing eyes [does it feel wrong to say a thought “me^Bmtastasized”?], legs on both highway sides