Sending the first scouts over Back from the place beyond the dawn Horse, bear your broken soldier Eyes frozen wide at what went on
And time, in our camp, is moving As you'd anticipate it to But what is this sample proving? Anecdotes cannot say what time may do
I kid with rufous nightjar When our men are all asleep "It ain't about how rare you are But how hard you are to see Take, you and me"
"When are you from? " said he In our blind of winter leaves As we sighted out their fliers In the grayscale of the night And fumbled on the bare ground To bury round landmines While the dew lay down and dried
We signal private poorwill, when morning starts to loom "Pull up from your dive! " Till we hear the telltale boom Too soon Hotdogging loon, caught there Like a shard of mirror in the moon!
Now they've stopped giving orders But I follow anyway Laying in our state of torpor Waiting out the day While the dew burns away
Rushing, tearing, speeding home Bound to a wheel that is not my own Where round every bend I long to see Temporal infidelity
All along the road, the lights stream by I want to go where the dew won't dry I want to go where the light won't bend Far as the eye may reach-nor end
But inasmuch as that light is loaned And, insofar as we've borrowed bones Must every debt now be repaid In star-spotted, sickle-winged night raids While we sing to the garden, and we sing to the stars And we sing in the meantime Wherever you are?
In the folds and the branches Somewhere, out there I was only just born into open air Now hush, little babe You don't want to be Down in the trenches Remembering with me
Where you will not mark my leaving And you will not hear my parting song Nor is there cause for grieving Nor is there cause for carrying on
And daughter, when you are able Come down and join! The kettle's on And your family's round the table Will you come down, before the sun is gone?