Lovesong of the Buzzard

In the failing light

Of the afternoon

Lucy in the shade

Of the dogwood blooms

Yesterday the solace of a poison fish

Tomorrow I'll be kissin'

On her blood red lips

No one is the savior

They would like to be

The love song of the buzzard

In the dogwood tree

With a train of horses

Laughin' through the traffic light

And the cradle's unimaginative

Sense of time

Springtime and the promise

Of an open fist

A tattoo of a flower

On a broken wrist

Lucy tells me jokingly

To wipe her brow

With a pocket map to heaven

And the sun goes down