bleached DNA

Louisiana roads covered in invisible blood

Spilt from both sides of the army’s gun

She whispered a word that I hadn’t learned

And he claimed something we hadn’t earned

She found your robes in the attic’s sun

But you must know it died with us

The coolness factor told by a slave

I went there to spit on your grave

Did you know we have bleached DNA?

I hope heaven turned you away