Elegy For Elsabet

The Weakerthans

So your fields are stubble, garden's done

Where the scary scarecrow stands

Sees her holding up horizons with her hands

She's so tired of reading 'Daddy's Lips'

That essay on a frown

Watch her memories of human voices drown

Let Horsey Bray break between the thunder boom

Make grasses' swish meet the cricket ring

Let every sound consecrate our whispering

Words that Betta never heard

The back lanes tie the city down

A mess of dirty string

Winter dies the same way every spring

As the sky tries on its uniform of

Turned off TV gray

And the ways we watched her watch us walks away

Let every rain clatter down groaning streets

Make footsteps tick, talk to echoed walls

Let every sound consecrate our whispering

The words that Betta never heard

Let every wind howl and creak the creaking doors

To rooms that too much has happened in

Let every sound consecrate our whispering

The words that Betta never heard