Blunt Trauma

There was traffic in Austin

when you gave yourself up

to the crushing release of a car.

Long live the devil and all hail the saints

chewing up stars with their names.

Angel, i feel your pain

I understand why you'd want to take it all away.

I still think about the body,

by the gas station where you lied.

A bloodstained body of what once was,

just another meal for the flies.