Eulogy from NIGHT by Tom Jessen

He'd better prepare himself for the shakedown
You'll be frisking one of the Refugees of Truth
now that his words are caught in his mouth
the stiff arm of the law
washes away like rain all the soot above my furrowed brow
examine the state of all these broken tools
I want to know how he got so far down

The days bleed and the clocks turn stubborn
and then they just turn mean
They sent out an APB
from the local authorities
searching for my feet too close to the ground

He was last seen on an unpaved road
We've checked with the county, state and feds
but they got no idea where it goes
the dogs are closing in
tracking me from the scent of sin
and fear of doubt I've been known so well to expose

well take him out if the shot is clean
he gave us a hellava run but now he's going from where he came

lying in the weeds
dancing with dreams
of a winter night with Christmas lights
as I float over this town
and the church bell rang as the sheriff sang,
"well I found his feet too close to the ground"

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