Elegy For Elsabet

So the fields are stubble, the garden's done
 Where the scary scarecrow stands
 Sees her holding up horizons with her hands
 She's so tired of reading daddy's lips
 That essay on a frown
 Watch her memories of human voices drown
 Let horsey bray break between the thunder boom
 Make grasses' swish meet the cricket's ring
 Let every sound consecrate our whispering
 Words that Betta never heard
 So the back lanes tie the city down
 A mess of dirty string
 Winter dies the same way every spring
 As the sky tries on its uniform
 Of turned off TV grey
 And the ways we watched her watch us walk away
 Let every rain clatter down at groaning streets
 Make footsteps tick, talk to echoed walls
 Let every sound consecrate our whispering
 The words that Betta never heard
 Let every wind howl and creak the creaking doors
 To rooms that too much has happened in
 Let every sound consecrate our whispering
 The words that Betta never heard