The Most Beautiful Part

But for a fraction of the time you bought It’s always memory dissolving like wood rot Good earth for a flagpole, or a fence post Better soil for the cost of not losing the cause You’re giving an apple You’re too kind to your cattle Like the strain of a rope From the flor through the end of a tunnel You try and it’s awful But you do it so well How you care for yourself You’re a shotgun bleeder You’re the sword in your sleep And I know that you offered But it kills me Not a stab at the heart Though, not that far off Just a shot in the dark The most beautiful part