Billy Blue
Billy Blue,
Your world's a mess
There's nothing new
Billy Blue
Billy Blue,
Your sheep are shorn
Your flower's few
Billy Blue
Billy Blue,
Your time now warps
In shades of grey
Billy Blue
Billy Blue,
That choice you made
To run away…
Billy Blue
Billy Blue,
Your worship hollow
An empty pew
Billy Blue
Billy Blue,
Your time insolvent
Your memories few
Billy Blue
Billy Blue
Last dice to roll
Snake eyes stare back
Billy Blue
Billy Blue,
The reaper knocks
—your fate unlatched
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2016)
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