Bloodline

A dry leaf skidding across the concrete

Scraping less than its weight down my street

Ask you, Where do you go

Pulled off the side of the road

In a tall stand of grass

At the dead end of the path

You go where the hunter goes, but you don’t have a gun

Said, What am I gonna do with a man as sad as you?

Pulled back the skin and now, looking at the tongue

You got stoned and you’re gonna go home

Tangled up on a rise

The only climber of your kind

You got a scrape on the thigh

And on the shin dried a bloodline

You go where the hunter goes, but you don’t have a gun

Said, What am I gonna do with a man as sad as you?

Pulled back the skin and now you’re looking at the tongue

You got stoned and you’re gonna go home

You go where the hunter goes, but you don’t have a gun

Said, What am I gonna do with a man as sad as you?

Pulled back the skin and now, looking at the tongue

You got stoned and you’re gonna go home