It’s my brother’s blood
In my dirty lungs
In my crooked mouth
On my swollen tongue
On my father’s gun
On each stranger’s face
Across the bluebird sky
On every hand I shake
Night after night
With each chuckled prayer
Such sweet relief
My fists full of hair
With each desperate drive
For elusive peace
With every endless night
With each wasted week
All that dialogue
Doubling back on me
All my tangled talk
All my growling need
It’s my brother’s back
It’s my father’s arms
It’s every twisted fact
In my sorry heart