new song, apropos

[huntmooses]

Gunpowder

Bombs way off overseas
minor distractions
the fighters over there
can't get no satisfaction

don't know how to approach
your woeful minefield
guns have i not, my love
nor any sheild

i'm mixing metaphors
with such abandon
i cannot handle
intensity

it's back to either/or
no one for all now
no way, no when
and your promise; no how

bombs way off overseas
no mere news story
the fighters over there
quickly become the quarry

but plucking flowers
down in your minefield
a deadly daisy
by flesh and will yield

saltpeter, sulphur,
and charcoal
all the ingredients
you really need

to make a body from a person
to free me