The Dumb Ones
Josh Carmona
The dumb ones hang atop the hill
They sharpen their spears and knives
And wait for the lovely one
To spoil and steal and wry
Their rot spreads from town to town and rides to the next at night
Hanging
Hold your head above their hands
Pick a card or a prick
A careful needle can change the score
But I don't know no magic tricks
A plunger pulled, a vial filled, a scream that turns your gut
Hangin
