cowboy accused of killing his parents
Choleric heat under a bright red devil moon
Crickets chirp
Underneath the Big Sky
Thirteen years underground
I have a friend, kids
Oh, he is a friend of yours too
Look around you
At the blood
Flowing like torrents
As merrily as if it were champagne
No longer will man be responsible
For his actions
God is dead, kids
God, is surely dead
Your Father is asleep on an easy chair
Bathed in the television’s spectral glow
The evening news announces
Cowboy accused of killing his parents
