Fallen Peaches

We came down a black dirt hill

Between the rows of blooming peaches

And we scattered leaping fawns

As we fell into the ditches

Ahead of me ran Jackson

Who took a bullet to the chest

And beneath the swaying peaches

Jackson slowly bled to death

But as his green eyes dimmed

I saw a fiery mist

Drift softly to the clouds

From between his cold blue lips

Now my eyes were open

I stood up between the guns

I saw trails of smoke and fire

Flying everywhere I looked

Like hands of glowing light

Trailing up from fallen peaches

And around the running fawns

Leaping through the branches

Across the corpses on the hills

The sunset spread her flames

And her glowing fingers held me

As she dug my shallow grave