Death In Arkansas

Just as the last great tree was felled

Like many that came before

It was used for table and a door

A palette and a long hall rack

Hung my great grandfather’s hat

A stable and a barn, a bed and a seat

A roof and fence and a floor that creaked

And a coffin leanin on the wall

When there was a death in arkansas

I liked the wagons and the wheels

The wind that knocked us down in the fields

And the girls with the southern drawl

And those that came before were the pictures on the wall

And the lone dogs howled and the crows would caw

When there was a death in arkansas

We were laid to rest out under the sun

And we breathed our last

And it was done

And the air redeemed us and we would learn

That a life was hallowed and we wouldn’t burn

Hands folded gently to say goodbye

It was just this place underneath the sky

Do you see our bones hidin like a toad

In the old red dirt that is now a road

Beneath the sign that blinks off on

And a shopping mall where the house is gone

Forgetting that a soul may call

When there is a death in arkansas

And a quilten patch of new concrete

Helps the trucks roll down the street

There’s a dollar store by the setting sun

And a sign on the church says his will is done

I can’t see the birds or find the fields

That hold my bones beneath the wheels

And a mother worries that her son won’t call

And a tv stares at a blinking wall

But the lone dogs howl and the crows still call

When there is a death in arkansas