Drinking Town

Mitch passed last week No funerals or soliloquies Just bar tabs paid and a sake That rests in the place where his body should be Drinking Town Drinking Town Drinking Town Drinking Town Mitchell guzzles whiskey Made ghosts of men and infantry Recites his poems in half speech Prior to combat or festivities The pool hall is closing It's 2AM and ugly When patrons refuse to leave The bible and the drum Drinking Town Drinking Town Champagne glasses for wedding rings Clock-hands crossed like killing kings Brick walls brittle, darling debris The sickle and the son