only an angel can feed

on ashes and ovaries

blame the pagans and saints



they are one



war, wisdom and rhyme

the peach and the rattlesnake



we are grave

we are graves

we will die



maybe the sawgrass did feel

burnt confederate steel

spoil't milk on the grave



we were wrong



war, wisdom and rhyme

the catfish and bayonet



we are grave

we are graves

we will die



grave fire

war, wisdom and rhyme



we will...