Echoes - Homeboy Sandman

Her eyes were like nothing

Her stumbling legs would barely keep beneath her

Just waiting for the Reaper to release her

Today she hadn’t tasted nothing to speak of

Yesterday she had a slice of pizza

Liquids had turned to solids on her t-shirt

The type perhaps a scientist could research

Been weeks and months since anyone could reach her

Tics ago on the clock her whole esophagus was choking on a cock that didn’t

tease her

To cop the anesthesia

A mother once beside herself with worry now would wander right beside her none

the wiser

She didn’t recognize her

Her promise famished in a family where there weren’t no providers

There weren’t no survivors

Calamity too heinous to believe

Her cavity was so contaminated with disease

You couldn’t hope to clean it with entire summer weeks

Much less a Summer’s Eve

ALL YOU

ALL OF YOU

Could almost vomit from the stench

The rotting of the flesh

The last occasion that she had been anybody’s guest

Was anybody’s guess

Her mind was way to whittled to be riddled with regret

It teetered on the edge

No direction that required any steps

No director to yell «quiet on the set»

No price was on her head

No one was racked with grief or feeling loss

If there isn’t anyone that’s looking for you are you even lost?

No friends had been as solid as the concrete she was on

So was she even off?

At times she’s in no mood to make no movements on her own accord

Police would then accost

You haven’t seen a more afflicted corpse

Since Christ’s crucifixion on the cross

ALL YOU

ALL OF YOU

I haven’t seen her in a stretch

I wonder if she rests

I wonder if the demons that had haunted her in her life, would haunt her in her

death

There was not a missing persons file on anybody’s desk

The topic hadn’t made anybody’s docket

The change she needed more than what could jingle in your pocket

Or had she been a prophet?

A saint who withstood pain that wouldn’t lessen

Who’s life had been so I could learn a lesson

That even those that get high and just say «F it»

Can die and go to heaven

And who was I for questioning her ethics?

Should I be ashamed I never made the effort

Or took the time for taking her to breakfast

Or to the Fertile Crescent

Woebegone that I never heard her message

Before she’d gone returning to her essence