After School


You walk on
The path that
Wanders through the
Woods on its way
To the rapids
Down below the
Falls
And you are
Fourteen and
It is 1965
And your mother
Is dead and you
Are left with
A father you
Can't talk to
And you smoke
Cigarettes
By the
Waters of Babylon
And you remember
The songs of
Zion
And when the
Trees ask you
To tell them
The truth
You whisper
The terrible words
I am free ​