Redwood

Driven to a dream, the reckless and obscene

Are bombing all the city streets

Voices speak the words, though sightless and unheard

They pull you from the redwood tree

Muscle in the earthquake

Moon make the branches break

In the basement sound, the blood begins to pound

We are chomping at the bit

You are in the leaves, a sunset to receive;

A broken back was all they sent

Muscle in the earthquake

Moon make the branches break

I would be your spine, though I know that I am caving in

Full moon on the rise, thought I might tip into the ocean