Kerosene

And I climbed up to the roof of your house to watch the shadow come home with their Sunsets
So I could fall a little farther into your kerosene waters
Come here and smoke your cigarette dear

Dressed in white for the slaughter of a mother's only daughter
Look how you've clipped tree swallow wings

So we'll wrap up the bruises but you can't make their first loosen
Those tear-filled and gentian eyes

Were a wife but now a mother
Watch your son and his now father
He'll grow tall and be a man
And they'll say he's his father's son
Look how these things are done

I'm praying I'm taller so I won't fall to kerosene water because
Are they not like me
And that larkspur she held
Her folded hands like ocean swells