Flannery O'Connor

Alcohol disassembled that lost generation,
just as nicotine claimed the late great Yole Brenner.
And would you believe unlucky Alexander Hamilton,
undone in a duel by an angry Aaron Burr.
Cancer stole my dad’s best friend,
my friend Phil put a hole in his head.
And Virgil stuck a sword in his abdomen
when his girlfriend sunk into a stranger’s waterbed.
And Lucy killed Charlie again today,
with a soft decieving eye.
I still shed a tear for him,
for the faithful and the blind.
They say that love will conquer us all,
just as scissors slice right through paper.
But I’m hoping that paper still covers rock,
'cause a rock can kill somebody’s savior.