when the red-tail shrieks and shrieks
spinning over the dried-out field
under a dead marble sky,
when the water is not cold enough
and your eyes blink and itch
so you growl at the dog,
know that the fires will burn as they must
and the earth will crack open
without love or hate,
understand that the men will try to stop the fires
so you go water the still-green garden then
meet me deep in the cave
and we'll just say, "amen."
spinning over the dried-out field
under a dead marble sky,
when the water is not cold enough
and your eyes blink and itch
so you growl at the dog,
know that the fires will burn as they must
and the earth will crack open
without love or hate,
understand that the men will try to stop the fires
so you go water the still-green garden then
meet me deep in the cave
and we'll just say, "amen."
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