Bishop Brown

Bishop brown
came to town
Saw our flag
and he's torn it down

How did he look
when he hit the horiz'
Smelling of Juniper
Flames in his eyes?

He spoke long on truth
And could kill with a joke
Bowled-over, buggy bound,
Bent-over, broke.

Watched how we spit
and the street sweepers too
threw out a line
for the boys cleaning shoe

Snarked, snaking, sermonizing
Splitting betw'n
Strawberry milkshake-maker
Cheira of gin

Now with his passing
Like a cloud on the sun
Five degree droppin' weather
Feigned yet fecúnd

Moocows are mooing in
Green-greying fields
Rowing 'ways out of city
Bemongst the yields