And I climbed up to the roof of your house to watch the shadow come home with their Sunsets So I could fall a little farther into your kerosene waters Come here and smoke your cigarette dear Dressed in white for the slaughter of a mother's only daughter Look how you've clipped tree swallow wings So we'll wrap up the bruises but you can't make their first loosen Those tear-filled and gentian eyes Were a wife but now a mother Watch your son and his now father He'll grow tall and be a man And they'll say he's his father's son Look how these things are done I'm praying I'm taller so I won't fall to kerosene water because Are they not like me And that larkspur she held Her folded hands like ocean swells