Fallen Peaches

We came down a black dirt hill
 Between the rows of blooming peaches
 And we scattered leaping fawns
 As we fell into the ditches
 Ahead of me ran Jackson
 Who took a bullet to the chest
 And beneath the swaying peaches
 Jackson slowly bled to death
 But as his green eyes dimmed
 I saw a fiery mist
 Drift softly to the clouds
 From between his cold blue lips
 Now my eyes were open
 I stood up between the guns
 I saw trails of smoke and fire
 Flying everywhere I looked
 Like hands of glowing light
 Trailing up from fallen peaches
 And around the running fawns
 Leaping through the branches
 Across the corpses on the hills
 The sunset spread her flames
 And her glowing fingers held me
 As she dug my shallow grave