Glass Bones
Jonathan Meiburg
West of the fields
Or out on the lam
Riding a calm between rages
Anchored in rust
Erasing the wilderness
Chasing an alien feeling
Are you suddenly blind?
Come on, miracle child, come home
Burrowing down
Bury your heart away
Look at you now that you're older
Under the stars
At the scene of the old parade
Leaning out over the railing
Are you suddenly blind?
Are you frozen in time?
Were you nearly betrayed again?
Is it hard to swallow?
Are they luring you back with old glories?
Drunk on the dregs of some darkened paradise?
Lulled by an alien feeling
Till you're suddenly blind
Till you're barely alive
With glass bones