Funeral arrangements set calamity in motion
With the bridge washed away and an earful of good advice thrown to the wind
The coach was destined to capsize in the milky brown waters
As their father's words were heavy and unavoidable
Despite being from the lips of a toothless mouth
The coach did capsize and the coffin-maker broke his leg
as if god had ordained from the stubborn will of his old man
The insanity of sacrifice for a sentimental whim
Words that had brought them to calamity
Words that passed lips that now pursed and cold utter not a word
Words as described by the nymphomaniac as those things that shield us
from the moving living connectivity that exists when we are close
The toothless father would never comprehend perhaps purposely so
The aggressive horse whisperer, the overzealous coffin maker
and their deranged brother would realize their mother´s last wish
Through burning barns and bargained cement for broken legs
While vultures crowded the sky overhead.
As soon as the old girl was six feet under
Their toothless pop found himself new false teeth and another wife
His son´s faces filled with torment
Not a moment of thought from the old man.
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