Near the woodpile
Before the rain
Where he last saw the snake
With teeth clenched
Soured heart
Lover's changed hands
An axe within reach
And a distant stare that weaves
Through the grass and waits
He Was UpstairsNear the woodpile Before the rain Where he last saw the snake With teeth clenched Soured heart Lover's changed hands An axe within reach And a distant stare that weaves Through the grass and waits |