So the fields are stubble,
the garden is done where the scary scarecrow stands
and sees her holding up horizons with her hands
She's so tired of reading Daddy's lips - -that essay on a frown
Watch her memories of human voices drown
Let horsey bray break between the thunder boom
Make grasses' swish meet the cricket's ring
Let every sound consecrate our whispering words that Betta never heard
The backlanes tie the city down; a mess of dirty string
Winter dies the same way every spring
As the skytries on its uniform of turned off tv grey,
and the way we watched her watch us walks away,
let every rain clatter down at groaning streets
Make footsteps tick, talk to echoed walls
Let every sound consecrate our whispering the words that Betta never heard
Let every wind howl and creak the creaking doors
to rooms that too much has happened in
Let every sound consecrate our whispering the words that Betta never heard