in my rear view mirror
the sun is going down
sinking behind bridges
in the road
and i think of
all the good things
that we have left undone
and i suffer premonitions
confirm suspicions
of the holocaust to come
the rusty wire
that holds the cork
that keeps the anger in
gives way
and suddenly it's day again
the sun is in the east
even though the day is done
two suns in the sunset
could be the human race is run
like the moment
when your brakes lock
and you slide toward
the big truck
and stretch the frozen moments
with your fear
and you'll never hear
their voices
and you'll never
see their faces
you have no recourse
to the law anymore
and as the windshield melts
my tears evaporate
leaving only charcoal
to defend
finally i understand
the feelings of the few
ashes and diamonds
foe and friend
we were all equal in the end
