September Trees from Foxtail Garden by Rebecca L. Rand

hang on your trees
kill me with your bloody knees
I wonder how you stand to see
the flags you wave so easily
the way they stick to me

but lo, but lo,
lo the well-intentioned think they know
the pictures of the human ken
the righteous anger of righteous men
the photos of way back when

lest we should see where we are
lost in a haunted wood
children afraid of the night
who have never been happy or good

sun comes to rise
nightmares crusting shut my tired eyes
see no more, my body cried
my will for it has fizzled and died
loamy, and covered in flies

They said to me
this is what you children need to see
with all your gory films and games
you should be fine, just more of the same
you ought to be ashamed

lest we should see where we are
lost in a haunted wood
children afraid of the night
who have never been happy or good

photos on the wall
waiting at your beck and call
but which ones will you show to me
that make me cower so easily
the way they stick to me

September trees
I repent for miles with bloody knees

• Alternative
• atmospheric
• folk
• indie rock
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