Backyard Deck

We were born under the past of some others
The wreck of some others, the death of blood brothers.
We were born lovers of Babylon's thunder.
We were uncovered into a yellow summer

Then we'd sit out on the backyard deck
Mid winter in our lazy vests
Pining over all the mighty ants
How they work for such a small investment.

Then the muddy streets would dirty up our feet
When the meat of greed hadn't laid its hands on me.
I was laying quiet. I saw the serpents eyelids
I saw our fair complexions inside his evil iris.

We were ambushed but we should have known
Not to give our love to flesh and bone
You were proud, I was pathetic.
Either way we were handled like doves in malignant fingers.

Maybe memories are flawed insights
On the way we wanted things to be.
You were sitting like a baby deer
But in your head you were a valiant stallion.

There it goes, goes on again. The wiles of human recollection
Grow as gardens after rainfall. Exodus of existentialism.

And I can see it all. It seems like I can remember it.
Where my mother and father were when
they were made for the greatest love.
Before the leaves would discover them,
before the locusts were biting them.
I hope that I can remember it. It's always how I remember it.
Then we'd sit out on the backyard deck
Mid winter in our lazy vests
Pining over all the mighty ants
How they work for such a small investment.