Dark Autumn Hour

Anne, let's die in some dim town
 My brown eyes wait to weigh us down
 The candles 'round the tub will drown,
 In our afternoons
 Music from our evening parlor
 Darker than the autumn hour
 I gave my child twenty dollars
 For tearing at our moons
 Dark damp men muddied our house
 In my dreams to bleed your blouse
 I smiled from my sleep to douse
 The horror of this hour
 Our boy on dark hills blurry crawling
 His rain-glazed shaking porches falling
 The homes of all his friends just sprawling,
 Withering like flowers
 Anne, I've loved you from a boy
 No other autumn could destroy
 The town our winds fused to enjoy,
 Whispering dark farmlands
 Tearing moons, these moons are tearing
 Swearing terror inside their daring,
 Crumbling prayers, dark autumns faring,
 Straight out of our hands