Inside our house we heard the gunshot go off,
The blood on the wall like the Steinhövel window—
Adam and Eve made up of a hundred little pieces,
We dragged her nude body out into the snow,
Placed her carefully where she’d look most beautiful,
Waited until high noon until the sunlight splintered,
Put it all down on the best copper colored film,
By the next week it was in heavy rotation on every television,
Everyone was talking about it (you can buy water-cooler talk now),
It didn’t even matter what it was all about.
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