Carne
Buena Fe
Meat
A huge chunk of meat
Bright red, purple, stiff
Oozing and dripping blood
Into a puddle that cleans it up
The filthy tongue that licks
From the stinking guard dog
The flies attack in tandem
The axe chops and moves away
Chops and moves away
That still chunk of meat
Was a wave against the reef
Rearing up with whims
A gift for the butcher
The hollow kind words
Too much sugar
Announce happiness
That I didn’t know
That I already had
Still believes
That it gallops
Free and sailing smooth
Still believes
That this way it charms the sky
An elegant leap and caper
Believes
That you can trot over fire too
And this is lifeless coal that burns
Doesn’t see (doesn’t see)
That it’s just a piece of meat
And it believes
That it’s frost crystal
And the mountain kisses its march
Still believes
That the breeze combs its mane
That the world is its garden
Believes
That you can trot over fire too
And this is lifeless coal that burns
Doesn’t see (doesn’t see)
That it’s just a piece of meat
Roadside diner
Open for whatever falls
Neither asks nor passes nor weighs
Bill, process, and grill
After all, hungry travelers
Won’t question the savagery
With spice and seasoning
The roast will be a delight
Filth
Still believes
That it gallops
Free and sailing smooth
Still believes
That this way it charms the sky
An elegant leap and caper
Believes
That you can trot over fire too
And this is lifeless coal that burns
Doesn’t see (doesn’t see)
That it’s just a piece of meat
And it believes
That it’s frost crystal
And the mountain kisses its march
Still believes
That the breeze combs its mane
That the world is its garden
Believes
That you can trot over fire too
And this is lifeless coal that burns
Doesn’t see (doesn’t see)
That it’s just a piece of meat
Still believes
Still believes
And it believes
Still believes
