244 or Back IV

Red down the canyon
red down the canyon
black for our child
for our child
black for the child
–
paint the room
call it a
nursery
–
little ships on
waves
always look to
tip over
–
makes the kid happy
to trace
lines
of paint
with his fingers
–
and there’s a
lighthouse
for his grandmother
–
swallowed up by the sea
–
deserts are seas
too
great red seas
of sand and blood
-from
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