Little boy at your mothers side watching on as your daddy comes to die. As they rope his neck, his hands both shake then they kick the stool from the wooden deck they made.
But as he's strangling there he says he's sorry for his sins. You watch him worthlessly until the struggling finally comes to an end.
You fought the crows from your daddy's flesh you dug a hole and you laid his body to rest. Your mother cried and smoked cigarettes she cursed his name and said "It's what the bastard gets."
But no one ever came to see if you were still okay. You stood there in the rain until you mamma finally dragged you away.
