Here’s a prayer for the body buried by the interstatenMother of a soldier, a tree in a forest up in flamesnBlack valley, peace beneath the citynWhere the women hear the washboard rhythm in their bosom when they say nGive me good legs and a Japanese car and show me a road”nnSing a song for the bodies buried by the riverbanknA well-dressed boy and a pig with a bullet in the brainnBlack valley, peace beneath the citynWhere the white girls wander the strip mall, singing all dayn“Give me a juggernaut heart and a Japanese car and someone to freennSay something for the body buried like a keepsakenMother of million mouths with the very same namenBlack valley, peace beneath the citynWhere the women tell the weather but never ever tell you what they praynThey pray, Give me a yellow brick road and a Japanese car and benevolent changen