Clocks.
I memorized the lines of your face intertwined
with my fingers though bare hold a rhythmic disguise
Over dust and the trees care to bend at the knees
to fling falls winter leaves said summer time goodbye
The dirt on your brow mixed with sawdust you plowed
from the plank you were proud grandfather did ring
Burned at the core from the sky to floor
in a secret you swore to keep me safe at ease
Grow me, grow me your garden
Where infinite life springs, springs up from the ground
Show me, show me you’ve fathered
The grandest of ages, to be my grandfather.
The furnace you lit calms the bold winter grit
burned the drops from my spit and crushed cans lay nearby
Concrete adorned with the ash from the boards
you had cut into four swept away by the young
Acres of land you would tend with your hands
by the turn of the years from the window you’d stand
Lathed with an age a sharp knife carved with grace
followed twenty one guns to my grandfather’s grave
Know me, know me the deepest
Know all of my secrets, from when I was a boy
Love me, even in my weakness
You did through the seasons, til death led you home.
Yes I know, that life someday.
Will end and all, will fade away.
Until I see, see you again.
Oh I will rest with God just like you did back then.
Yes I will rest with God until we meet again.
