The Birds Will Follow

Being made of the walking fire
chased awake by the field snakes
The undesired advantage of
being the steel that does the sharpening
Now in the trees where the circuits are complete
The science lesson from old days
The experiment that sets to prove, the lumbering
Indifference engine’s pathless pace
But no, your honor no, I am not owed a red dime
or any color that one finds smoothed and crushed on a rail tie
Oh your honor see I will follow her silver heel blind
Like the lonely far-left lane looking more and more like home
Promised I will give up the sure hearth
I will forfeit the cool shade
to unhinder my champing feet
and this unlucky tell face
So grace to you and your fair kin
and your stairway with no brace
The hidden, glistening tendons
that draw the saws across the fresh planks
Oh sweet daughter no, this is not like the one voice
calling back from the host-height, filling your throat so it’s wind-tight
Oh and oh sweet daughter see, I will follow her silver heel blind
like the lonely far left lane looking more and more like home
No sweet daughter no, this is not like the one voice
Calling back from the host height, filling your throat so it’s wind-tight
And oh, sweet daughter, see, I will follow her silver heel blind
Like the lonely far left lane, where I have no business going