Dead Men Walking

Lyrics

What did they desire, the dead who had returned? The sons who had inherited their estates pretended not to know them. The iron gates were welded shut, but soon the dead had learned to hire lawyers practiced in the laws that bound the afterlife to lesser gods. The angels thundered on like piston rods, denying their gold wings to either cause. The city streetlamps flared like learnèd ghosts. The moon turned red. Beneath a scrim of clouds, Spanish moss draped the myrtle trees like shrouds— in politics the guests became the hosts. Those days made angels of the better sort. The cases languished in a lower court.