Poison in the Wine

 

Words and Music: Bobby Shiflett

Naked in the meadow, she covers her ears and screams
Hair flowing long and wild in the rush of leaves
The children danced in circles, laughing in the rain
Singing songs to be remembered by, consuming themselves in the flames

What cup did she offer you?
What grape plucked from her vine?
Her smile of reassurance hinted poison in the wine
…In the wine.

The philosopher put away his stone and lit a cigarette
And put away a knowledge that we would rather forget
The children danced in circles, laughing in the rain
Singing songs to be remembered by, consuming themselves in the flames

What cup did she offer you?
What grape plucked from her vine?
Her smile of reassurance hinted poison in the wine
…In the wine.

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