I still have trouble at her death,
I saw a body with blue feet,
her eyes were open and her mouth
did not speak.
My numbness knew no time,
the night before I massaged her
and the night before that
I watched Close encounters,
a boat lay on its side in Mongolia.
I had sunk my fourth can of beer
while Dreyfuss carved his mystic mash.
I was getting drunk while you were
Bruised and battered, body born to die,
I wanted to taste the fire on my tongue.
If the water was clear enough,
if the water was still enough
perhaps I could have seen
the warning sounds on your
That night I cried to the wind
Footsteps before the October dawn,
brother, brother, our mother has died.