saw its face rising from the steam in the field. saw it like a razor.
the fireflies wrap around the kudzu vine.
you watched all the light leave the frame saw the home dissapear and the house remain. cupped his heart in your hands like a firefly blinking silently at the southern sky,
i dug a pit with my hands where i buried my plans now the sunrise is quiet, there's a silence in the land.
it's a long walk home and there is no road take the bundle on your back, you've got to carry your load. he found in you a place to rest sleeping in the thickets dancing in your chest.
so hold on to the one thing you understand: your heart's a honeycomb, and there's a silence in the land.