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    Raney William's playground was among Haven's streets
    Where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths
    Names and photos of the young black faces
    Whose death and blood consecrated these places

    Raney's mother said Raney stay at my side
    For you are my blessing, you are my pride
    It's your love here that keeps my soul alive
    I want you to come home from school and stay inside

    Raney'd do his work and put his books away
    There was a channel showed a Western movie everyday
    And that brought him home books on the black cowboys of the Oklahoma range
    The Seminole scouts that fought the tribes of the Great Plains

    Summer come and the days grew long
    Raney always had his mother's smile to depend on
    Along the street of stray bullets he made his way
    To the warmth of her arms at the end of each day

    Come the Fall, the rain flooded these homes
    In Ezekiel's valley of dry bones
    It fell hard and dark to the ground
    It fell without a sound

    And they took up with a man whose business was the boulevard
    Whose smile was fixed in a face that was never off guard
    In the pipes 'neath the kitchen sink his secrets are kept
    In the day, behind drawn curtains in the next bedroom he slept

    And she got lost in the days
    The smile Raney depended on dusted away
    The arms that held him were no more his own
    He lay at night his head pressed to her chest listening to the ghost in her bones

    In the kitchen, Raney slipped his hand between the pipes
    From a brown bag pulled five hundred dollar bills and stuck it in his coat side
    Stood in the dark at his mother's bed
    Brushed her hair and kissed her eyes

    In the twilight Raney walked to the station on streets of stone
    Through Pennsylvania and Ohio his train drifted on
    Through the small towns of Indiana the big train crept
    As he lay his head back on his seat and slept

    He woke and the towns gave way to muddy fields of green
    Corn and cotton and endless nothing in between
    Over the rutted hills of Oklahoma the red sun slipped and was gone
    The moon rose and stripped the earth to its bone

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