Two friends standing 'round a hole
A bleeding sun hanging in the sky
Each man takes a swig of Mad Dog
And avoids the other's eyes
Two friends sharing similar thoughts
Two friends feeling just the same
Each man has a love-heart tattoo
Bearing the same name
Out by the Kissing Tree
The wind the only sound
Two friends with a single purpose
Of laying Mary in the ground
Dust and sweat and blood and dirty rope-burned hands
As the pine box is lowered out of sight
Those aching frames kneel at a rough made cross
And whisper prayers in fading light
But what do you see?
Can this silence be borne?
Can they honour Mary's wishes
And keep their peace until the dawn?
Sunlight bathes the writhing twisting forms
Each hand holds a bloody knife
Two friends have become bitter enemies
In the shadow of Mary's suicide
Two friends lying side by side
Bleeding out their lives
The slowly rising sun
Their slowly darkening eyes
Out by by the Kissing Tree
The wind the only sound
Just two friends and Mary
Lying on and in the ground