49.
I sat me down near Sodom, feeling down,
My body's hit rock bottom.
Looking for a laydown offer for
My rusted Chevy truck,
My throat is packing dust and
My luck?
Is out of luck.
I wouldn't care
If the salt in the air
Would enter my lungs like a burdeneddown breath.
(In the silence of death
It would be like having a friend.)
With legstumps like a leper
So I crawl: the salt breathes in like pepper,
Leaving me in pain,
Sit heavily on the Syrian Desert stones.
My vision follows short, resting on the boards and bones.
The Heathen were walking their
Pillars of Salt wrapped in
The sheaves of a Torah, making their
Way to the City's dull gate
Inquiring the road
To Gommorrah.
Will you save it for the sake of 20
Will you save it for the sake of 10
Will you save it for the sake of others will you
Save it for the sake of me and will you
Save it for the sake of 20
Will you save it for the sake of 10
Will you save it for the sake of others will you
Save it for the sake of me and will you
Save it for the sake of 20
Will you save it for the sake of 10
Will you save it for the sake of others will you
Save it for the sake of me and will you
Save it for the sake of 20
Will you save it for the sake of 10
Will you save it for the sake of others will you
Save it for the sake of me and will
you
