Hoodoo

The hoodoos do not take their shape for you

Trace your eyes down their rocky spire

Laced with limestone and wind and fire

There goes the bare bones of the Badlands.

The milky way drips down to the emerald lake

Stare to the bottom of sweet Louise

Toss in your sins for a cheap release

Your prayers are there

In pieces where there should have been a lake bed

The lines on her faces is the light of the moon

The beat of a thousand wings circle the room

Our bodies breathe with the salt of remembrance

Her lifetime resides in the cells of your skin

Her voice is your voice and a voice from within

Do you sing, do you bring the Mourner's Kaddish

הֵא שְׁמֵהּ רַבָּא מְבָרַךְ לְעָלַם וּלְעָלְמֵי עָלְמַיָּאy

Lines on her faces is the light of the moon

The beat of a thousand wings circle the room

And if you’re quiet

You can hear the song

It lives in a fistful of sky just beyond your reach