Crossed the bridge over White Street to Kiowa
With your forehead on the glass
And we waited on the steps with the dark in our hands
And ashes in our laps
Where the Artichoke bleeds through Superior
We were green in the rainlight's shining
I remember the speed and the weightlessness
It was love that we left over Fond du Lac
Silvering in the water
It was death in the weeds to our knees
Should the sky open up to protect you
Take you into the storm
I would not be surprised. Should you slip away
A dove on the breath of calm
Where the Artichoke bleeds through Superior
I remain with the rainlight shining
I remember the pain and the prejudice
And it's love that we leave over Fond du Lac
Silvering on the water
And it's death in the streets just for me
Down the interstate out into wilderness
Autumn dawn destroyed
I am gone, I am gone for the old ways
Into Illinois
Where the Saint Lawrence Seaway is running dry
The ocean's awoken yawning
I remember the spray out of Kiowa
May the earth swallow us, may the summer burn
Black as the sky is charring
And the memories bleed from me