Abigail, the shore is frozennOur tar trails have been bulldozin' downnYour sharpened frownnOnce had me possessednnDo you recall the crippled summer?nYour fam'ly all was in deep slumbernAnd oh how I loved their waysnWhen Leland's haze still lingerednOn my shadownnYour brother he didn't have to dienYour mother she didn't have to crynYour father didn't have to ask whynSummer was on your chestnAs your eyes glownnAll our drugstore lawns blew cool so fastnThe mill was never built to lastnThe tort'rous thrill of sweating grassnIs this town's only sorrowednTrampled blanketnnAnd if I was branded to your foyernThrough passing carpenters and lawyersnAgrarians and God's own soldiersnI would never make itnnDo you still dream of dangerous hotelsnWrapped in glares and daffodil smellsnWith your barefeet buried in weeds?nnI still dream of snarled backyardsnAnd being chased through nighttime's discardsnWhere my fence reddens, rusts, and bleedsnnAnd the curbs are haunted by the killersnOf memories of your back pillarsnWhere nothing wakens as it seemsnnAll our rooms are hopeful morningsnLeft like tombs when nights are swarmingnAnd branching feathers fan our dreamsnnAnd your star was the saddest symbolnFlickered with your mother's thimblenPitiful and sunsoaked soggynBeautiful inside the muggynAshamed of our bodies in the streamnnAh but Spring's dumbed voice is just like yoursnAnd if I had a choice I'd do my choresnAnd my work would dumbfoundnThe restlessness found in younnAnd no one else could understand the truthnOf the soil burning back to youthnIt's just something that we foundnBut now it all thaws damp around younnAnd the streets are dry and bare, but they're hummingnThe rooftops where the air stops coming downnTo listen for the soundnOf the tests that surround younAbigailnnI said, Abigal the shore is frozen!nOur tar trails, they're all bulldozen nownYour bygone sounds are cidada-bound,nThey're so shrilling, and night-smoke tarry,nYou should spill them into the starry,nThey are children, and no one's sorry.