Jacob Rose Stood in his kitchen Cleaning a knife Wondering what it would be like To plunge that knife into anything Jacob Rose Looked at his sofa Smiled a half smile Imagining how she would react To a bunch of holes in the cushions Jacob Rose Walked out the back door Knelt in the moonlight And raised the knife over his head He brought it down fast towards the soil Jacob Rose His hand was on fire The knife hit a rock And his palm slid down the blade He looked around and he saw no one Jacob Rose Back in the kitchen Blood in the sink Wondering how he would explain "Yeah I got hurt stabbing the backyard"