Thoughts on a Picture (In a Paper, January 2009)

And tell me
Are you skin-soaked?
And tell me
Does your face look old?
Are your eyes red
From your tears shed?
Oh tell me
Do you feel let down?
And torches
Will not guide you
When conscience cannot lead you on
Are you safer
With the night claimed (??)
Well tell me
Will you just go home?
And say you’ll never let it go
Say you’ll never let it go
And if the winters are long
And they are cold
Say you’ll never let it go
Oh this promise
Well it’s binding
Oh this promise
Will not leave you no
And say you’ll never let it go
Say you’ll never let it go
And if the winters are long
And they are cold
Say you’ll never let it go
If the righteous steal your bones