Down Hard
(B. Malkus)



you're done like some ash can
given the end
tossed away but then
still flaring freely
the barbs that receive you
suspended impaired
break today
you pronghorn come on through
shatter these things there's no use
the gray on the ceiling
a weight weary heart forced to choose

go tithe to the booking man
go home again
i ain't never seen you that alone
and then they called for the wrecker
you done went in the ditch
down hard with that last swallow

so roll on buddy
why don't you roll on
such a shame that your wheels
they keep spinning
you dead stupid blind man
you entered the fray
blood washing on down the great basin
shatter these things
there's no use
the gray on the ceiling
a weight weary heart forced to choose