Morning at Lake Itasca
I want to let this morning sun
warm my bones.
The coffee went right through me.
warm my bones.
The coffee went right through me.
Blowdown Trail: The Skeleton Foresees a Second Flood
A lot of white riff-raff will be arriving to join me.
All that will remain alive
will be a rainbow.
All that will remain alive
will be a rainbow.
Pioneer Graveyard: The Skeleton Communes With Nature
Here am I, sang the vireo. Where are you?
In the boneyard,
with no voice to sing.
In the boneyard,
with no voice to sing.
Skeleton Wading in the Mississippi Headwaters
My white limbs are beautiful, shining regal and serene.
But I remember when my body was dark like the rivers,
and I had a heart.
and I had a heart.
