Money

tonight a small boy is weeping in a forest
he misses the black dog which lay down beside him 
if he lives he'll shape his heart around a trigger
       tell it to the birds
       if any are left to sing of it

a man with ambitions sold him down the river
a woman with a microphone identified the price
a beggar on the riverbank knelt down and held him
       tell it to the birds
       if any are left to sing of it

what price a brain smoking in the mud?
what price a baby spitted like a piglet?
what price a cunt ripped open with a rifle?
       tell it to the birds
       if any are left to sing of it

the man in the bunker makes love to his money
the poor woman pulls a pebble from her pocket
and the face of a child rubbed pale as a dream 
       tell it to the birds
       if any are left to sing of it