Bluegrass Virtue

carve my heart
with your cold guitar,
tell me about the stars
with your arms,
and let the night
eat away.

fill me up to the brim
with callow drones,
tell me about lost love
with your eyes,
and let the day
be damned.

drown me down
in the river with hope,
wash out my bad mouth
with soap,
and let dreams
carry us away.

kill me twice
with a nice knife,
devour decisions
and fly life,
nobody knows
anything!