Testo Fingers Fall

Fingers Falldoctor, doctor, where?s the doctorwringing wet the woman hollersbandage wrapped around her handcollapses as they run to help herhelp her pu and offer waterdid somebody call the doctorloud machines so foreign to hersent her splashing red against the wallas her fingers fallin the back a black pianosits in silence what do we knowof it?s past and of a timeand of the place it occupiedin the parlor with the daughterplaying for her drunken fatherlistening until he criedyou hear it echo out into the hallas her fingers fallin a bra and underwearshe?s balanced now upon a chaira letter written, tucked insidea paperback, the rope is tiedaround her neck and through the raftersthis is it. she?ll show the bastardseverything she said was trueand now she?ll be the envy of them allas her fingers fall