Piece Time

Come, Lets break the bread
Carve the meat,
Pour the wine,

Lets call a halt to hostilities,
This is peacetime.

Let the world Spin on it’s axis
With it’s axes
primed to grind

We have no need for enemies,
This is Peacetime

 

(And the radio is whispering,
As the meal is being prepared,
A tiny voice imploring
That the whole worlds running scared.

Houdini gets a jug,
And pours hot fat into the works
Stabs the fucker with a beef skewer,
Pulls the plug out with a jerk.)

 

Lets tell the tales,
Drain the bar, chew the fat
Boast like swine,

Let’s raise a toast around the fireside, Brother
This is peacetime

Until we rise,
To stand on legs, to walk on feet
We cannot find,

And leave the party
for the darkness,
Walk the weaving line,

Like ill-bred Fattened stock,
Fattened stock
Without a spine

We cannot see the predator,
This is Peacetime