Stallions go leap, and rimfire knows,
Where there was sleep the ware eye goes,
Out of the rotten climbs the rose.
     I will remember how the music went
     When he sang down my fears.

A murder ballad blown by the moon away,
And all your dreaming could not make him stay.
He wants the blue counties, the way to Africa.
     Lean east lean west, the thousand ocean knows,
     How soon do you come to the center again?

Nightmary, zip me up, the avenue
Is black, I’ll start in the dark of the moon—
Flat miles away my love who never knew
     Wakes and leans on the windowsill,
     Wanting the sea-breasts of an unborn girl.

Hills climb, songs climb, and I will find him out,
My child will leap like stallions from my mouth
Before the traveler moon can light my heart.
     There’ll be a gun, and there’ll be storms of roses,
     All Indiana crystal in my tears.