25
Feb
Rock n Remus
I was listening to “Don’t Fear the Reaper” the other day
For probably the first time in a long time
My heart was in my throat, wishing them well
In their mighty trek
around all those helper verbs
Through that thicket, that rock n roll briar patch
Past the bleaching bones of stupid warriors
“She had taken his hand, she had become like they are”
Bless their hearts.
