Galileo Poem by J.M Berger

got two voices of angels
muffled by river waves
but those melodies
hang on the air like bright pollution

licked a human scowl
'neath demon face paint
but yer mind decayed
yer laughter's echo tugs the heartstrings

wore heart on flannel-sleeve
shotgun-shell last supper
our grunge Jesus
knew yer thoughts but it don't mean we understood

put a new spin on an old sin
retreat to lonely safety
we are serpents
and it takes on to know one