Judas To The Song

Did Carmell have a wife
That wept upon the stones
While he, like vanity
Sat and listened to himself
Age with every blue note?

Then maybe it's our duty,
Sad and solemn soldiers
Breaking bonds one way
Or the other with pen
And steel-tipped brush.

Such art is betrayed
By newfound smiles
And brand new skin so
White with noise it can
Drown these elephant fears.

So there is the blade,
Like Judas to the song
We must repay it,
Repay it all with wounds
That healing made its muse.

There Is Power...

Keep your eyes on common men
Running hard and tainted
With a ghostly red layer
Of skin and sweat
That changes races
With summer labors.

Ever so slow
Is the independent soul
Free from guild
And cautionary, iron-clad dues
That give us all wings
And waterproof shoes.

But my work friends,
Is never so dull.