Eating the Father Live by Charles Bukowski Lyrics

Eating the Father

well, the father was dead
he died shortly after the plane crash

they waited some time
they were snowed in,
husband and wife

the pilot had gone off
for help
but the pilot had been
gone a long time

so, bit by bit
they ate the father
it was her father

it worked:
they were alive when the
rescue team arrived
the pilot who had gone for help had frozen
when they got back to
civilization they
told the newspapers that
they had asked God
and God had said,
"all right"

and they knew that father
would understand

they were photographed
standing together
and smiling

I suppose I would've done
the same thing,
without even asking God

but I think a better photograph
would have been
of the remains of the father

something like
an after-Thanksgiving
turkey