End Like This

A streetlight, the old fashioned kind
Puts you in a dirt yard behind a chain link fence
Bright watery eyes and ivory skin
She is the devil and he is the devil’s friend
You can dance and play
These games all evening
You’ll be dead by morning
So nothing’ll matter then
The headlights of a flatbed pick up truck puts you in the past
You’re on a dirt road behind the house
Why did he go blind not see the stars at night
Shine down on a family, poison, seed it, fertilize
You can dance and play
These games all evening
You’ll be dead by morning
So nothing’ll matter then
She said, «If it’s my time to pass, I’m not afraid
I won’t scream or fight
I just can’t do it myself so please go get a gun or knife
And help me do this right»
She ran out in front of a truck
So it would look much more like an accident
Courage comes to it
It’s been disabled
Crippled, and cramped
Potential is sad
So go find out what comes after the end