Dudley (Another Milestone of Flanker's Past)

What made you turned from church Like a derrick through the sky Finding the unintended wall? I did not see the bottle in your parents hand It was a sober home I believe And we shoeless then Longed to walk in your shoes before Perhaps to pass through your grocery story When hunger was pass the zenith of the sun Perhaps enter our own space Where the bed not creak under the crowded weight How immaculate you looked to the end Well groomed In every girls delinquent eye Feasting in their carnal dream with doors closed And we poor Lazarus leached of hope Did not understand the canker broadening For we thought a need for physical sustenance Or social recognition Was upon what the social paradigm Of delinquency turned But you could not fit in that mold For you were blessed with every good thing And in all our subsequent conversations No whistle blew Of the existential wilderness You confronted with a gun And now the prophetic maxim rings I hear you are dead And I ponder Shall we all still die by what we live?