a broad incision sits across the evening
the victim to our father's lost war
the restless children sit and mourn the graves
of those they've never seen before
will they be buried here among the dead?
in the silent secret

the pioneers 
in dealing with it they march for dawn...of will and worthy
the [bad word] be told the child was born...

man your own jackhammer
man your battle stations
we'll have you dead pretty soon
sincerely written from my brother's blood machine
man your own battle station
we'll have you home pretty soon

awake through motion
with curiosity to curtain your first move
over arms length they'll break protocol
jealous envy for the youngest one
to be the hero is all i'll ask
can i be buried here among the dead, with room to honor me here in the end?
you'll be better off too soon
you'll be better of when you get home

for you,
i'd do anything just to make you happy, hear you tell me that you're proud of me.
for them,
i'd kill anything cut the throats of babies for them break their hearts for they were
them.
waiting for you to say...i love you too

the navigator
the pilot
her favorite
the one they call the vision that bares the gift

will,
do the children really understand the things you did to them?
and why oh why...
should they conjure up the will for you my love i would kill him

in the seventh turning hour 
should the victims shadow fall
will the irony grow hungry?
with victory and all they sought for
we were one among the fence
one among the fence