[i]Staring at the sundown, a green flash of memory.
In the lambent light I spy my ma, my pa, and me.
We were digging for a dino,
‘Neath the sunny mornin’ sky, though…
Lookin’ back now only I know,
What it’s gonna be.
They unearthed that golden box,
From the dirt and bone and rock.
And the Bonzais came a crawlin’
What they did next was appalin’
Golden hunger ever callin’
Needin’ to be fed.
And those yellow-bellied cowards
Saw that ma and pa were showered,
With the lead rain and the flowers…
Were bloomin’ red.[/i]