1

Because
there were never
any gods in this county
just fishing lures
in the moonlight

Because
I think
by now
everyone in town
only thinks the river is there
because they can taste it
in their mouth

2

Look at the light
stacking up
on the horizon
like a thousand pallets
eased up
by a huge forklift

3

I’m telling you
hold your brothers
with their pocket-knives
and claw hammers
hold your brothers
like you’d hold
a crushed bird
then let them go

4

Let’s take the truck
out past the hills
where the land
turns flat again
and you can see
all the history
of these plains
Let’s tell the wind what we’ve done