Barren rocks and sand, our wooden sculpture hands,
held like a timber hitch, held candles to the sun
Both faint and fading fast, we walked on, windward
kept time with a pocketmouse, mouths kept mostly shut
Thought broke the silence like a bone
half-moaned: "you've worn me like an albatross,
I've only slowed you down.
You could've long traded in your braided crown
by now you could've found that Anabaptist girl you always used to go on about
As we rode in circles on our bicycles;
we walked on balance beams as the audience cheered for us
We burned like fevers under carriage hats
hid behind Venetian masks
In our human costumes
We stood like statues once in shepherd's check
we'll both be decked in herringbone,
wrapped border drab around already broken ironstone"
"But I've seen these cliffs before,
St. Agnes brought her palm branch to the hospital
looked upward lest the charm had fled
from my brother's breathing bed
He looked just like me
climb on down and see
they laid him on the rocks below
there'll be enough to fill your cup for days
I'll stay up here and rest.
We'll fly in straight lines as from carronades
we'll crash like tidal waves, decimate the islands
As our hollowed lumber falls like water, ends where I start
In that tattered rag shop back in Asbury Park
Look how soon my hands won't move
but if you'll improve, we'll all improve