| After last night it's hard to shine | |
| After last night I'm surprised the day even came | |
| But it came | |
| A train of obscene images | |
| Moving through the black hedge | |
| Aching and thick with rust | |
| All showing as soon as the sun comes up | |
| It takes light to the paper | |
| It burns its head and throat | |
| Spreading a rash of arsenic, magnolias and crushed coal | |
| A fire in its heart | |
| Will not let it die | |
| It roars and fumes and cries all day | |
| Shoot me out the sky | |
| Pop pop! Down goes the enemy | |
| The shade came under the roses finally | |
| Us on our backs in the back yard | |
| Under the trees | |
| Attempting to breathe | |
| Attempting to see | |
| Attempting to feel anything | |
| The rain that claimed the sky as it shined | |
| Pulled the shutters down on light | |
| We sigh and sit and worship it as it ends. |