The Angels' Walk

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