Grief - Sean Patrick Flanery, Terrance Zdunich

Where is your little son lost, John

Tears, John

Tears, John

Bruised in the rain

With his overalls torn

With one shoe off

One shoe on

Tears, John

Tears, John

And where will your little son sleep, John

Under the smoke stacks

Under the heap

Under the tent where the canopy leaks

Tears, John

Tears, John

You’re drowning in the grief

Of Jupiter’s water

Let me open my teeth

And cradle you there

There’s a bed for the boy

And rope for the father

Both orphaned by Heaven

Where no child is spared

To who will your little son pray, John

Dark are the strangers

That sleep on the train

There’s blood on their cots

And bones on their plates

Tears, John

Tears, John

Who, then, will tend to the sheep, John

My treads in the place

Where the vicious gods preach

Where claws come in sharp

And on wolves in white fleece

Tears, John

Tears, John

Tears, John

Tears, John

You’re drowning in the grief

Of Jupiter’s water

Let me open my teeth

And cradle you there

There’s a bed for the boy

And rope for the father

Both orphaned by Heaven

Where no child is spared

Swing from my limb

Render your tears

The more that you shed

The deeper it is

Two little hands

Push the chair from your feet

Drown in your beautiful grief