Devil’s Horn


Nobody knows
Nobody really knows
Who laid her grave
Put her beneath the sod
Grab that old devil 
By his crooked horn
And ask him
What she had done
When they found her
The scene was a mess
It’s broken glass
And a bridal veil
She was nailed
Right to that wall
Where her mother’s
Portrait had been
On either side
For all to see
In great big letters
Scribbled two words
Written with wood ash
On one side
A dusty smudge
The word love
The other word written
With her own lipstick
Smeared all around 
A bright red truth
They couldn’t figure 
What it all meant
They couldn’t figure 
What it all meant
Nobody knows
Nobody really knows
Who laid her grave
Put her beneath the sod
Grab that old devil 
By his crooked horn
And let him know 
It was my own two hands