Little Miami

It doesn’t matter what you call it
At all
The darkest day
Of our summer trip
But you don’t have to
Turn the lights on
The ghosts are
Stationed in the hall
It doesn’t matter which direction
You fall
The sky breaks in two
It’s the end of you
Did you really think that you
Could escape it today
Over the tallest bridge
In the state of Ohio
And as the ruins fall around you
You think of something
Quick to say
It doesn’t matter
When you put it that way
The sky breaks in two
It’s the end of you
Everywhere the rocks are falling
And you are just another piece
With all the birds
That make a circle
Are you not more than one of these