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The Bluegrass and the Blood

Thoughts about Places
Dubai, 2000
How They Serve The Ham in Hawaii
The Hong Kong Diaries

(Inspired by a painting and sullied by a vile tongue)

The blue grass was a parting
As Moses walked the earth
He held the silver sickle
And he was filled with mirth

And the sea was a whirlwind brewing
Across the waves on the field
And Moses had but his sickle
And his only life to yield

The blood was on the sickle
It flowed from his own hand
But Moses he was smiling
As he stood upon the sand

The red sky turned to purple
The sun sank in the sea
And Moses saw his people
Crying to be free

There was hatred on their faces
There was laughter in their hate
But they all looked to Moses
To deliver them from fate

But Moses he was kneeling
As the tears fell on the land
And he knew his love was futile
To the world that he had spanned

And the bluegrass cried for Moses
And opened to his plea
And Moses walked in silence
Through the tombstones in the sea

1999