Some searches left days ago
their flashlights like little stars
no ransoms could be paid
but then the echoes of the noise we left.
We came from the Northern town
our fathers were honest men
and I loved her on a public beach as the stars circled round again.
Say your amens in Dog’s hymns.
The bravest singers, our eyes are fixed
The bravest singers, in that silent sway
Say your amens in Dog’s hymns.