Score from Augusta

Aah Aah

The room wallpapered with pages of your letters that you once sent (you once sent)

and wrestled with their bodies that wash like untamed rivers against your shore (against your shore)

and armies wait in their secret places that gently twist around your bed

The south will be spared

bullets flying fast from her eyes

with Confederate fire

Aah Aah

They etch our names in candles

they're heart-shaped and they flicker

inside our chests (in our chests)

And ghosts of our brethren

speak tales which are hidden

much like ours (much like ours)

of brothers fighting

of holy fields

where their new loves come

and their old loves go

And they just wilt

like Spanish moss with dew in their eyes

tears for our Lord

and for the ones he spares

when they've lost their way it's off-off-off with their heads

And the whores he loves

and the lepers he claims that he can cure

can not compete

with those humid summer days that we would share