Song For David Berman
John Vanderslice
They closed the road to Laramie
Slowly it came rain then snow then ice
I killed my engine and paced outside,
Out in the soft gray light
No turning back
I called my doctor on his cell the call went straight to voicemail
I thought of you
when I was stung by a scorpion
you crushed up some tobacco leaf for me
Pulled out from your red man pouch
The Sioux had taught you all you knew
I do believe it's true
They cut you down with a single shell
A Winchester "double l"
Your switchblade fell and caught the light
Massacres are disguised as battles all the time
I do believe it's true