Decision Day - Field Report

Now the morning was gilded around the edges

With the shavings of bones

That were pressed and glued around the corners

And carved like soapstone

It was gloriously grey-

The sun a radiant underlay

Fighting, fading, winning, waning

Purring behind milk and cloud and snow

Now the blinds are up a foot from the bottom

I make out outlines of ankles, legs and asses

A fresh set sends blood to my ears

As the memories flood the levy of my boredom

And the final sinewy strand has been cut clean through-

There is a pop, a crack, and a thud

And you are free and I am free now

To extricate ourselves from the mud

So you practiced your name in the margins of pages

Of a hundred thousand rough drafts

I heard they roughed you up pretty bad

You got to climb up the mountaintop and scream out loud

And chip your teeth on a bottletop and do me proud

When I held your hands in my blood-free hands

I swear they were the cleanest ones in town

Take your time and let the tide pull you out to sea

Take your time and let the tide pull you away from me