We stepped into the church at Heddenshow
The fly on the page / trapped in the book
Why do you stare at your watch / Like a predator. . .
b. 1903 (Tupelo) – d. 1985 (Annapolis)
On a silent Sunday afternoon / When the sermon hours long
You think you can just deliver your words to the world?
Soon all that will be left
I saw a maybe drone piece of footage
When I see the birds / Who are all the same
In the time of Eden / Before woe
