In an open field at dusk To footfalls, I awoke Marching ants across my temple zone Their feet had no intention They followed some magnetic draw Prisoners of their destination
From the slats of the factory come (where once they did make rails) Old dad's peculiar songs He didn't know I was listening So he crowed out nice and long To the spiders and the lumber and the dust of his conquests and his hunger and his loss I heard his feet rejoice I heard him tap his cane As if he had his own revue On stage at the _____
I caught his words in my open mouth I gagged and choked and spit them out I heard him turn as he did hear My tiny heartbeat in his ear I was already running Oh, I heard him coming
Shrapnel spinning from his wheels The sounding arms rake for my heels I know then roll and hit my face And I said these magic words
My dove is home Her breast is warm My dove is home
And I said these magic words
I've fallen down and out of the anthill for days
My dove is home Her breast is warm My dove is home