no one recalled where the doctor had walked
when he failed to show up for an afternoon meeting
all more concerned, when no word was heard
we went out looking, later that evening
and the moon was hung high, but provided no light
as we walked through the garden, searching the beds
his wife, how she screamed and muddied her knees
when we came to a jacket all tattered and red
she said," Murderer, who could you be,
to take all my meaning from me?
I was a bird in a nest, now I don't have a thing.
so tell me then, who could you be?"
I was asleep when the gardener came clean
he said "I buried him under a pile of leaves
'cause the sun was so hot when it burned through the trees
I did it for reasons unbeknownst to me"
"so reckoner, what will it be?
you can't take me freedom from me.
'cause I've never been sure what the word really means.
can you tell me then, what does it mean?"
so the trial commenced the first morning in april
the good judge presiding asked how he was able
to look like a man and walk among people
"when you're so much less than, and so full of evil"
the gardener replied without blinking an eye
that the problem was only that nobody liked
to be shown what it means to live with a longing
for a place you remember, but can't ever find on a map
how could you feel no regret
for such an unthinkable mess
you're gonna hang with a rope round your neck
and I'll sleep better known that
released June 12, 2015
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