mud And dragging your mother's clothes Cinder and smoke The snake in the basement Found the juniper shade The farmhouse is burning down Give me your hand And
your face, "I'll love you only" for your days and excitement, what will you keep for to wear? someday drawing you different, may I be weaved in your hair? Love and
mud And dragging your mother?s clothes Cinder and smoke The snake in the basement Found the juniper shade The farmhouse is burning down Give me your hand And
Will you say when I'm gone away "My lover came to me and we'd lay In rooms unfamiliar but until now" Will you say to them when I'm gone away "I loved
When the men take me to the devil tree I will be free and shining like before Papa dont tell me what I should've done She's the one who begged me "Take
Some days her shape in the doorway Will speak to me A bird?s wing on the window Sometimes I?ll hear when she?s sleeping Her fever dream A language
to your face I'll love you only For your days and excitement What will you keep for to wear? Someday drawing you different May I be weaving in your hair? Love and
How we rise when we're born Like the ravens in the corn On their wings, on our knees Crawling careless from the sea God, there are guns growing out of our
her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made And
came One will spread our Ashes round the yard She says if I leave before you darling Don't you waste me in the ground I lay smiling like our sleeping
All the while that she wept She'd a gun by her bed And the letter he wrote From a dry, foundered boat. And the train track will take All the wounded ones home. And
here shaved and crazy We?ve learned to hide our bottles in the well And what's worth keeping, sun still sinking Down and down Once again Down and down
And when you give me your clothes And when we?re lovers at last Fresh air, perfume in your nose There will be teeth in the grass And when you give
star white Small as a wishing well And Sodom, south Georgia Woke like a tree full of bees Buried in Christmas bows And a blanket of weeds Papa died Sunday and