The Year that Never Happened

On Dani Compose

You can never go home

It turned out love just wasn’t enough

No deed’s undone; oh the wolves will come

Eyes at the edge of cliffs look across

A sea of lively waving palms what

Lost their heightened diamond things

The town as dark, all the phones were ringing

One maybe two, it’s impossible to tell

Footsteps; slamming death’s head against a bell

The trees were curved when the graves were found

Their children disappeared without a sound

They didn’t look hard; walked into the back yard

In the forest; oh, the woods, in the darkest part

Maybe seventeen dead; numbers they forget

Eaten and touched; bended up and bled

Couldn’t touch their cuts, they just cradled their heads

They brought the night and it never left

It’s the minds of men with the knives of gods

They imagined approved of their violent laws

At the edge of a cliff, high above an abyss

Which they own; they bought with their filthy wrists

They will never ever kill what it was they killed

To life, never empty what they filled

With their filthy palms they crushed a bitter pill

To the wind they threw it and they called it their life