Men of the West

Men of the west
Blind to all else that is static and moves
Here at the end
Mountain smoke under the moon

Marked with a stick in the frosted dew as earthen fingers claw and rake at the sky
Pitiful creature
The last men weep and stand in line

Weighed and wanting
Wanting
Wanting
Wanting

Here lie the men of the west
Blind to all else that is static and moves
Mountain smoke underneath the moon
Here lie the men of the west
Blind to all else that is static and moves
Mountain smoke underneath the moon



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Sloper
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