Bonzie Epilogue
How warm was the pasture
He laid his brother's grave
Before all the city
Had taken its place
How was the poor banker
He laid his brother's grave
Before his own mother made
Eyes the window to someone
Now the window to sunlight
Eyes the window to someone
I wasn't the foolish one
Like marbles in bed
That pool to the place where someone had been
I worked for the banker
Who lied about his faith
To the priest who would bury
His brother in his grave
Eyes the window to someone
Now the window to sunlight
Eyes the window to someone
I wept for the banker
Whose brother sleeps in his grave
Whose mother paid off Jesus
He quietly makes his escape
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I only grow older when I see his face
