To Kill a Petty Bourgeoisie With Brass Songs They'll Descend

tell them what’s been shown
a page turn compromise
generous exchange
left nothing to chance

feverish mouth
with violence to the blame
violent foe
someone is all the same

but what do they know anyway
that could have made them want to stay
a truth be told of what will be will be
a tender place to hide these wits away

parish saint
grew numbers in a tree
far to spell
a wounded father’s reach

twenty men confess
sunken eyes do tell
cherished thrones
with brass songs they descend

generous embrace
with conscious paid to break
truth be told
for what will never be

what do they know anyway
that could have made them want to stay