Church bells ring out morning glory when summer bends to the winter's rage.
Emily walks through the cemetery. Passed a dog in an unmarked grave.
The old girl hobbles, nylons sagging. Talks to her sisters in the ground
I saw a lie in the mirror this morning. I heard a prophecy all around.
Emily prays to a faded hero in a little frame clutched to her gown.
Hears the voice of promise in his memory.
Tonight's the night they let the ladder down.
In a cage sits a gold canary by a wicker chair and a rosewood loom.
As a soul ascends aboard the evening, Canary sings to an empty room.
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