Time Marches On

The hospital in which I was born (Baptist Memorial, Memphis TN) is being demolished this weekend. They are determined to make sure another one of me doesn't come along.

put whiskey on the wounds
salt the glass and say goodbye
no feel-good scenes to bring it back
just fallen brick and broken glass
wrecking ball operator
twenty years pulling the lever
these windows shield the cold
from the weather of my soul
i protect my ears and eyes
from the dust and noise
word comes down to the bitter end
the diesel hums the cycle spins
when we meet on that hard hat ground
just a photograph no one else around
words to live by it just goes to show
someday we all gotta go
feel the heart strings sinking fast
another treasure found
another tumbling down