I bought you death for fourth of July
when the air was hot
the light went out
in a tiny death heart
skull full of breathless smiles
fireworks glorifying
lighting black curtains on that summer's death ride
made it all go away
the pain, the fear, the confusion
and the carriage rode over that Idaho hill
you know the one
where mothers meet up with fathers
full of coal in there black lung
and sisters can walk again
that place my daddy thought was so beautiful
where two rivers meet
and the glacier begins
the stars are new and Grandma's frying chicken
with a cigarette and a southern song
hope is that place I can never find
because I have been screwed too many times
where my black heart will just be
content with quiet I guess
bathing in the eternal soil hoping
you might stop by.