What we built, at the kiln that won’t be stilled Did not set well: The old veil of desire Like the vessels that we fired Fell thin as eggshells And every season, somebody burns Downtown, taking turns’ Taking a bus, to take a train and just plain vamoose Now the wind blows coals over the hills. Honey I’ve been paying my bills But honey it’s been a long time since I’ve come to any use And it hurt me bad, when I heard the news That you’d got that call, and could not refuse ( goose, alone, I suppose, can know the loneliness of geese Who never find their peace, whether North, or South, or West, or East, West or East; And I could never find my way To being the kind of friend you seemed to need in me Till the needing had ceased.) repeat