I heard a song
in the key of G
that broke out
a hunger
gnawing deep
within me.
I heard the song
of a resolute man
in faded jeans
and baseball cap,
pale guitar in his hand.
His fingers
skittered
like stones
across seas,
guitar strings set on fire,
his voice,
electricity
through a
rusty wire.
I heard a song
in the key of G,
it woke up
God and the Devil,
singing in me.
