Tuesday's violence, we're alone.

Dan Martensen

Jean-Baptiste Mondino

Bring your love, it's on your tongue, it's on your roads, and in your toes.

Tuesday's violence, we're alone.

Their heads, their lips, their chests, their hips, they walk.

Them bones they move, they talk.

Their tones they're forged, they're wrought, into what they're not.

Blood on the Snow - Horse Feathers