Goddamn You, Jim

Winter passed without a glaze, took our only boy at last You cried in God's arms were a blind and bleeding ocean Blooming spring brought all I need Warmth and rain for me to seed my earth Good earth for our boy to lie in In the summer I worked my land She walks like she still held his hand And I swear to God I caught her once or twice smiling In the autumn, my gold wheat swaying I cut her down from where she was swinging She said "Goddamn you, Jim, up there I could hear him laughing"