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