I will give to you what my father gave to me;
a plastic pirate mask and a ring of seeds,
an uncompleted task and associated deeds.
The stars are closer now, my son.
Our pain has reached beyond the sun.
A cavern to be mined,
beastly and unkind.
No vision of behind,
and a hammer that is blind.
a newspaper morning and a piano with a stain,
a bleeding heart that's riding on the back of a train.
The stars are closer now, my son.