dahlia It's too late to rescue you left the biltmore hotel and strolled toward 6th avenue the war was over but the peace hadn't come the bellboy said you looked like you going to meet someone            dahlia you were only 22 years old a drifter and a party girl who hung at at the radio shows with you bottle black hair and red lips like a bow and that flower in your hair so everyone could know you      there's no clue that can undo      the unspeakable done to you      you're the heroine      the star      of your own film noir                  dahlia                           dahlia there's no justice   just photographs   some too terrible to look at but there's glossy black and white   of you so alive   with the flower in your hair and a guileless smile   that can never die dahlia row 2