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ST. Valentine's Day

Bill Morrissey

Something I Saw or Thought I Saw

2001

from a light
that came from so far away
It was a miracle to my young eyes
on St. Valentine's Day

The streets, they were bog iron
The air was cruel

Strangulation
In the Danish marsh
Hot blood running
The ritual is harsh

Age of iron man and iron maidens
Gods guiding their hands in rites

think you is Iron Mike
Robert Downey suit, boy I'm looking down the
iron sight
Ain't beefing bout hoes, I been getting rode like a mountain bike
A stepper

So you step out into the world 
Leaving your past behind 
You put on a mask of iron 
Cast to protect you, but you're blind 
As you travel forward

pointed stars align
Bleeding iron from the veins of time
Ancient moon bogs come alive
Nightmares swirl in your mind
Rulers of the Elder Time
Tentacles grip

money coming in yeah i married the game 
Drop a bog on you say the time and the place 
I'm to authentic i can not be replaced 
When you riding with me

Poor iron in a golden shield
You were not shiny and beautiful
When they pulled you out of the bog
Dug you out of the muddy ditch
Broke you loose from

her feather’s preening
Copperhead mean at killing
Gun in hand cause baby’s cheating

Get ‘em boys
He can’t escape Angola Prison

Iron chains a chinging

CELTIC SOUL


Steaming north on a stallion of iron,

Up the Highland highway of Steel

Over bogs and bridges and heathery ridges,

And mountains so

Eagles cast in gold and iron soar
And taunt the sky
As legions march to war

A snowbound pines dance
To baying hounds
From ancient mounds

Hacking

Halt the truck at hell's iron house
Throw the latch herd the fresh meat out
Crushed up tight in a long line of maniacs
Firebugs, perverts and slack

(believers)
To help me make my home
I help that water (water) sink deeper (deeper)
And I can't do it alone
I got iron teeth, sharp as steel and yes I chop some

Know Him. Who else? Saskatchewan Kenobi, The Iron Crotch, and―of course―Ben Franklin’s go-to goose bet, the Molson Muscle.

The only remaining contestant

then became an empathetic bypass.
This god damn asinine POV’s all around us
Iron clad—a mental drag I can’t ever defrag 
And all the while there was only

The wind blended the smoke of fires with the breath of the swamp
The deadly embrace grips us in its iron claws
No way out, but we will face the death