la guerre éternelle

‘passed by’ by phil burns

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la guerre éternelle

her face was bruised and bloody
she would not tell me why
the dark-haired man in the high-cost suit
just smiled as he walked by

two brothers were still fighting
their shirts and suits were torn
the traffic stopped the people watched
as a legend there was born

the butcher told me nothing
he wouldn’t sell his pork
the blood was spilled across the floor
in pools of light and dark

the chops were frozen solid
I had bought one yesterday
he told me they were farmyard fresh
so I took one anyway

she showed me where the men had gone
she was afraid that I’d go in
they came back out they didn’t care
their eyes were hard and thin

I followed down the busy street
they loaded money into cars
I called the cops they wouldn’t come
they were fighting different wars

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