The Crow Mother

someday someday beside the ocean we are devotion we are the same something something deep in the notion sifting through tokens nothing will change but oh my god i fear what we were sent for and oh my god ive seen you here before and all the owls and

been around sticks and stone for month or so all the while all i know could be terra-formed and though their pocketbooks are vacant, vagabonds and vagrants always will know and though our bones are newly naked petty, drunk and shakin were buried in c

brother I married in the grove passed awhile, ferried to the shore you took to the floor and there, carried on brother I never let you know her tongue her teeth were all i know her cigarettes were fabled i took my hands upon the stove, my silhouette

down the sound, i fled for autumn out her gown, the woodshed sodden boards and brown-- we're ever the garden's now down the ground, the brush I'm wanderin now resounds with thrushes hauntin fountain-drown, my wishes wanton callow down, my willow's wa

and when you wake, you'll wake in the mornin your fingers cold your fields to be sown feeble today, just like the seedlins asleep in the fold but one day you'll grow alders breathing, keepin, weepin. leaves all sinking, fever dreaming. brothers sleep