she cauterizes and hot-wires
set the earth back on fire
a cheap date and a good liar
clean bones bleached brighter
westward trails can’t stay his hand
break his jaw when it looks like you can
blood on the desert blood in the sand
follow the tracks of beasts in the land
look lonesome like burned down
he’s got it made, his fake shout
and lies to sift over town
desperate for whats been taken out.
something above him like a vulture but worse
held his hands out and caught it like a curse
all at once centuries of thirst
a hundred seems just begging to burst
sorcery underground 