November 11th, 1922 - April 11th 2007
So it goes...
Take down Slaughterhouse - Five
And I'll read you Pilgrim's lines
As he opened up the dark
Kilgore walks the streets tonight
What he sees words can't describe
Apathy - it's blackened heart
Summer's gone but your hand is still warm
Your smile keeps the cold away
Concentrate on this alone
We'll save the world another day
X's on the canvas mat
There's no cradle there's no cat
And these mountains can't be traced
Cup your thoughts like coffee black
And spill out the something left
Into the hands of whom we're placed
Kiss me make it go away
Your magic healing hands of peace
Take this world and make it right
Cause no help is coming from above
-joe Wilford ©2007
