Pour her feet in emerald flames
Place her hands in ruby grains
They pulled his brain from the southern swamp
Clenched to a tree.
They poured their golden bleeds on his palms
The flares on his jeans sing to them.
“Watch him bleed”
“Let’s all dream”
Let them dream
The lake has essence of thirsty children
They sing songs with their elders
While they watch them fall
Flowers rain upon their heads
They move along the road
Calmly, they make their way to the brighten gates