with a note from mother

after all,

there were voices

from far down the hall

listening for a coded call

out on the rural road

where winter wheat were already mowed

but the mud is deep

and the escape routes steep,

sudden death taking a last breath;

Russian noses in senseless poses

looking for a safe place to sip their cold beer 

wondering why the beautiful women won't come near

and they can't remember their names:

the wild animals are all looking the same;

some with crowns and some with short hair,

coming undone from god knows where,

roaming the countryside with a gun in hand,

causing mayhem but why for the life of me i simply can't understand,

while hiding in my deep hole with a note from mother.