Sunday, May 6, 2018

Lonesome Whistle

The sun is up and yet I see no sky
The zephyr scalds and the well is dry
Ants crawl into the eaves and sicken the settlers with their poisoning
We promised a tramp that we’d set up camp but we changed our minds
The answer to our prayers is the iron road


from Evening Redness in the West, released June 25, 2016

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