For the Love of Tears

[letterstocamp]

There's an invisible fence
of power lines,
an endless line of signs
with enscriptured pleas
for blood, flesh and tithe
on this two lane highway you left behind.

There's a mirror of water
stretched out like glass,
an endless sea of grass
with bulls who trod
on their lover's cowpie
on this two lane highway you left behind.

There's a girl in white
who waits on bended knee,
a clock that's stuck at three
with patient tears
and hands that taunt and lie
on this two lane highway you left behind.