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Heat Lightning

from Stray by Bambara

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lyrics

Clouds flash up ahead.
Just heat lighting, he thinks.
No rain for the flames.

Death rides at night in a copper Pinto.
Candy in the glove box where a revolver would go.
His bones are trapped in greasy fat and he’s
Shaking as he laughs at
Jokes about the weather and news from the fire at the mill.
Letting parched mosquitoes drink their fill
Between his knuckles on the wheel while he
Laughs like baby pigs squeal.

Pale eyes, huge, behind thick glasses.
Speeding through lights, turning green as he passes.

Says, “Weathermen are worse than those tarot card teens.
They can’t explain every little thing.
I don’t care what they say, ain’t gonna rain.
Fires aren’t made just to be tamed.”

Death pulls off to piss in a patch of dry weeds.
Aiming at every lightning bug he sees.
Hears a creature crying from a ditch, you know
Death just can’t resist it.
He looks at all the models on the billboards going by.
Thinking of X’s in their eyes.
He smiles at his wandering mind while he’s
Glowing in the moonlight.

The radio turns to static.
He sticks his hand out the window
And winces at the first drops of rain.

Says, “Weathermen are worse than those palm reading freaks.
They can’t explain every little thing.
I don’t care what they say about the rain.
It’s not stopping in a day–ain’t no way.
It’s not gonna end till every coffin’s swimming.”

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from Stray, released February 14, 2020

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