Nightmare Songs: 1

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1.

Where we killed him there was a wooden fence.
Snow had drifted across the field.
We uncovered a deep hole of frozen apples,
still green, somehow immaculate in that earth.

These are not the tall grasses of Ohio
and we have never ventured beyond the familiar bars.
We are lightless in our mugs.
A grim face is drinking in our glasses
and we have not even offered him welcome.
If we are offended, we could blame our manners.

Did you enter the room like a bankroll?
Were people milling around your knees?
Any party, after I’ve left, is held in my honor.