Out on this scorched
prairie
Where I haven’t seen
another in months
Where I panic every night
Ungovernably scared that
it’s all gone
A dried up dead-end
Where I don’t have enemies
to blame
Where I’m the last word on
all things
And since I’m the last word
As far as I can tell
It is my word that counts
An argument that stands
Only because I make it
stand
And only because I am the last
to speak
