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The Hearse Driver

from Music For Tadpoles by Sedna

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When he opened his mouth, his teeth were sharp as a knife.
His body expanded to fill the sky.
He spoke to me,
And I listened
And the words from his lips were like razor blades.

He told me that there was a sound within me,
Buried deep in my chest.
He told me I heard all the whispers;
He said I'd remember the rest.
But look in his eyes didn't give me much confidence.

We drove the hearse around town for a little while.
"I don't know why we put up with these degenerates,"
My driver said.
"I guess, if it were up to me, we'd gas them."

We walked out of the graveyard
And got coffee somewhere.
"Look at this," he said to me.
It was a man whose lips had turned
To butter in the sun.
They had already won.

I handed the cashier a ten dollar bill.
When he took it, Hamilton bled
Bright orange
And spilled between the boy's fingers.
He screamed. It was my voice.
My reflection in the window was on fire.

The hearse had a flat tire.
Outside, sunlight glittered off the ice in the road
Like a thousand mirrors.
I could have broken them in my fists.
The body in the back was colder than we were.
Warmth seeped from our bodies as we labored.
"This is the last time we will ever do this,"
He told me.
"Next time, we will be other people."

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from Music For Tadpoles, released October 6, 2014

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