And I climbed on up to the roof of your house to watch the shadow come home with their Sunsets

So I could fall a little farther into your kerosene waters

Come here and smoke your cigarette dear

Dressed in white for the slaughter of a mother's only daughter

Look how you've clipped tree swallow wings

So we'll wrap up the bruises but you can't make their fist loosen

Those tear-filled and gentian eyes

Were a wife but now a mother

Watch your son and his now father

He'll grow tall and be a man

And they'll say he's his father's son

Look how these things are done

I'm praying I'm taller so I won't fall to kerosene water because

Are they not like me

And that larkspur she held

Her folded hands like ocean swells