Testament

Eatin' chili dogs, drinkin' beers, smokin' Pall Malls, organizin' me shit . . .



Testament
What can we do
But leave graffiti
On the cave walls
Of souls.
Masterpieces
Are made of
Our pieces--
Lives are paints.

Radiant, divine,
Colors the flowers
Dreamed before
Flowers became.
Rembrandts past
Glow inside us--
Haloes, open lips,
Fiery eyes.