The Early Widows

Hang me You hang me like tinsel upon your words Like twilight entwined in the day's awful nerves Are these our measures? Is this what we deserve? I've been all around this world Hang me You hang me as though crows would scatter afraid How quiet these

Once, the weather was mine The lark and the plough The arrow, the vine The weak and the wild When I was a child I was a child Against a backdrop of rain I studied the course of your blood in my veins And how red it ran The child and the man How red i

Everyone's raining Everyone's pouring Everyone's hailing Everyone's storming Everyone's raging Everyone's roaring Everyone's raining Everyone's pouring Turn around, my love Everyone's staying Everyone's going Everyone's praying Everyone's glowing Eve

Yellow bird, yellow moon You've arrived while the spring is out of tune River run, river slow From the Grand Coulee Dam to Jericho To the island where the wounded echoes go Over that horizon, past the streets of Evangeline There's a boy among the red

I have not seen the light but I have cursed the day Speechless as the sun, shapeless as the clay I have not called to God in my hour of need The minutes spin around the gingham on her knees I have not seen three ships Passing in the night Like hands

At the mouth of the open sea The leaves will be turning red While the man that they thought I could be Lives in a book you read Where the coast is uncomfortably close The sturgeon have fled I supposed that with a Japanese rose I could undo you So I p