For Tink II

 

May the leeches leave you be, sweet girl.

When I’m granted the chance to spare some blood,

I’ll give you all I can.

The Devil is cruel, can take so much,

but not the love we have for you.

 

There’s a path, there’s always a path,

on which His sandals echo, still,

and His hands extend.  

 

May Christ forgive your crucifiers, I guess,

and keep you safe

and pardon my rage.

We recall that long before the world could hate on us,

it hated Him.

 

 

 

For Tink

 

I miss you, Tink.

I’d no idea.

I thought you’d up

and left us here.

 

But no, it has

you in its jaws.

Oh, Tink, I’d have

it fucking floored.

 

There’s nothing, though,

that I can do.

I miss you, Tink.

Just see it through.

 

Just see it through,

our gorgeous Tink;

just day by day

and start to think

 

of HJ’s up

on mountain bends,

and all they’ll let

us do again.

 

Tell God, as well,

to play his role.

I miss you, Tink,

you fuckin’ soul.