Simple Graves

We sang amongst the lightning bugs
Slapping at the biting bugs
Like percussive beat-keepers
We watched like seekers
And rested like natives.
And if this song can be excavated
I’ll play its bones
I’ll play its bones

Upon my own.

We knew the grass by name
Knew the heat and flame
Of wild wood burning against the moon
Too wild to foresee ash consume
Our simple days
But in their graves
I’ll play their bones
I’ll play their bones

Upon my own.