Wolves

In our days we will live like our ghosts will live

Pitching glass at the cornfield crows and folding clothes

Like stubborn boys across the road, we'll keep everything

Grandma's gun and the black bear claw that took her dog

And when sister Lowery says "Amen," we won't hear anything

The ten-car train will take that word, that fledgling bird

And the fallen house across the way, it'll keep everything

The baby's breath, our bravery wasted and our shame



And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire

Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire

All the more a pair of underwater pearls

Than the oak tree and it's resurrection fern



In our days, we will say what our ghosts will say

"We gave the world what it saw fit, and what'd we get?"

Like stubborn boys with big green eyes, we'll see everything

In the timid shade of the autumn leaves and the buzzard's wing



Then we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire

Our tender bellies all wound around in baling wire

All the more a pair of underwater pearls

Than the oak tree and it's resurrection fern