The Sacrificial Grave Companion

This is the companion poem to The Sacrificial Grave

(LIne count: 40)

I'm hopping through
My summer playlist
My enemies
Both base and faithless

Live my life for
the red, white and blue
I've opened the door
To what is true

Got some sunscreen
and bug spray
The neighborhood pool party
Comes this Sunday

My old lawnmower
Is on the fritz
While my confidence
Is blasted to bits

So much for my
Survival kit
I still don't know
What to do with it

The flags at the cemetery
Are signing my name
While the Sultan of Swing
Walks by with a cane.

I never once saw
Who I thought was to blame
The Soldier of Fortune
With a lion's mane

My father was right
Thus so it was said
I saw him last night
Memories running in my head

I left with a cleft
Now I'm running on fumes
I've dealt with the rest
While searching the sand dunes

I may never see rich
I may never find peace
But I lived a good life
With each, for each