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.