Chasing the carrion
We watched the silver bird explode
We tiptoed through the barrier
Of smoke and took a hand
But found it unconnected.
We were dining on the wreckage
White napkins 'round our necks
We took our plastic spoons and ate
We ate until we couldn't move
'til sunset turned the desert red
And startled souls ascended to Oblivion
A fat man with a guilty face
Held back and tried to hide his case
As angels chanted, "You can't take it with you..."
So we're told, Heaven's paved with gold
But it has to come from somewhere
Paradise
It has its price
We're forced to crawl through needle's eyes
Our price. Our choice.
We rarely make the right one