Tombs

Some people think this is the wrong way to fix things
but they don't realize there's no other way.

Cords and glue
Statements in skulls and nails.
The battle starts in the mind,
and the Shot heard round the World cannot be taken back.

Golgotha hides a space full of thunder longing to be heard
But it has no tongue

The tombs in my mind rumble and old angers wake up
They flutter their false eyelashes at the closed eyes and ears beyond the doors.

My glue makes an ugly spectacle.
I stomp my foot and say,
"What's done is done!"
And count the number of my spectators.

Knotted cords draw the eye like nothing else.
Another spectacle -
the workings of the world on display:

Shout louder and they will listen.

The cogs in her mind match the wheels inside the earth.
It took longer for my skeletons to figure it out.
They are tired.

Their lashes fall to the ground
And leave my graveyard in peace.