I’ve been rocking
back and forth all night
In a chair of rope
and vine.
My ear strains to
catch an echoed sound
Of a song played in
my mind.
Voices murmur eerily
From my mirrored
parlor door.
I have grown so used
to them
I pay mind to them no
more.
The only movement
left in town
Is the softest summer
breeze.
The magnolias swaying
to that old tune,
They put my mind at
ease.
The problem is the
old won’t go
So the new can move
on in.
They may have all
passed long ago
But they built this
town of sin.
They’ll be damned if
death with stop them
And I guess I feel
the same.
My body’s weak but my
soul is not
I’ll beat the devil
at his game.
He’d love to have us
all, we know
But I’ll be as strong
as they.
And when I die I’ll
stay right here
Until my judgment
day.