Last night in my dream we were breathing.
Last night in my dream we were dying over and over,
Chasing our dog,
Bleeding our hearts out in clover.
Shouting goodbyes over and landlines and wires,
Laughing and howling at our own funeral pyres but
Only after midnight and
Only on television and
Only in the key of C.
Now the dog is gone, dear brother.
Chasing the footsteps of our mother over and over,
Through the red fern,
Burning fevers through her bones.
Singing in cut- time until we stood on our own,
And granting us the right to crown ourselves kings
Like we always wanted like we never thought we could when
Only deaf ears knew our names.
Now the dog is gone,
Father we've been wrong,
Counting days when you're gone,
Left us here alone,
To bury your pale blue shell,
In the earth where the dead dogs go.