He came into Brussels
like Doc McCord that day
He came into Brussels
like Doc McCord that day

window in his wagon
bullet in his head
a window in his wagon
a bullet hole in his head

body drained and leaning
straight up like El Cid
his body drained and leaning
he sat up straight just like El Cid

goat stood on a rock pile
sky felt like a lid
a goat stood on a rock pile
the sky felt like a lid

a field of clover
falcon circled low
in a field of clover
a falcon circled low

thought that I was having
fit just like hello
the thought that I was having
fit just like a hello

every leaf singing
veins full of blood
every leaf was singing
my veins were full of blood


Copyright Hills Snyder, 2003