What we built, at the kiln that won?t be stilled
The old veil of desire
Like the vessels that we fired
Fell thin as eggshells
And every season, somebody burns
Downtown, taking turns?
Taking a bus, to take a train and just plain vamoose
Now the wind blows coals over the hills. Honey
I?ve been paying my bills
But honey it?s been a long time since I?ve come to any use
And it hurt me bad, when I heard the news
That you?d got that call, and could not refuse
(A goose, alone, I suppose, can know the loneliness of geese
Who never find their peace, whether North, or South, or West, or East, West or East;
And I could never find my way
To being the kind of friend you seemed to need in me
Till the needing had ceased.)
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