of blood & bone & oil

my veins run with mud too    sorry for what they’ve done to you   killed all that lives in you        i’m gasping for breath too

we need songs    we need sons to remember their moms

when will they ever live          get out of the trucks that cut you       shut down the mills that flood you                stop filling you with salt and sand                 formaldehyde fences

our guts spill out with you     we’re oily eyed and ash tongue and pulp lung

where does the wild light go               when its flesh and fur is burned