The Orion Songbook

Anne, let's die in some dim town My brown eyes wait to weigh us down The candles 'round the tub will drown in our afternoons Music from our evening parlor Darker than the autumn hour Gave my child twenty dollars for tearing at our moons Dark damp men

My family does own some land where the river is wide At night I see my memories dimly dying on the other side I know that I am now all bitterness and tart Anatomy to me is a homesick stomach and a broken heart You rest-stops in the midnight are like

I still crackle Like a motel Frontier spackle/ summer backyard Shopping cart In our shadows Late-day echoes Weeds/ radios/ Jesus Christ knows your Freckled heart To walk North as sun is setting Hope of getting to Your ghost-filled brimming field as A