Cave-o-sapien

Cave-o-sapien —
You were made for breaking of my back.
As I carried you past quiet houses,
Kicking through the roses in the yard, I spied
The wildflower kisses on your neck — saw the garden
Had been trampled past repair.
Oh, Cave-o-sapien.
You look like the sunrise!
— purple, lemon, baby-blue and gold —
But I knew it sounded bad when you said NO REGRETS
And then said nothing more.
And while you’re leaning deep into the smoke
Of those sticks
You keep rubbing together,
I keep thinking about how bad it’s gonna burn,
And all the people I loved, back home,
Who I loved, and love,
That you turned on.
People just offering shelter from the wind.
So bow your head into the wind,
My Cave-o-sapien.
I had a vision of a gorilla,
And he was a killer,
A killer!
Alone,
In fields of stone,
You’re not the sunrise,
You’re just alone.
But I’ve got you, until you’re gone