Dug Him In The Dirt

Before you know there’s goes his ghost again
It disappears and comes in close again
It comes again and each time closer in
It goes again and he is gone
Before he knew it there was trembling light
The tide just so under the moon aligned
It comes again and entering his eyes
It goes again and he is gone
We dug him in the dirt when he died
With our gloves soft and white
We dug him in the dirt when he died
Yes but swearing he’d rise with that tide
And come bearing his burden of light
Just as soft and as white
And a bystander sighed if we measure a life
At all, it must not be with time
Before you know there goes his ghost again
It disappears and comes in close again
It comes again and each time closer in
It goes again and he is gone
Before we knew it he had up and went
The coming of the crows coincident
A moment black and blue and heaven-sent
We go again and we are gone
We dug him in the dirt when he died
With our gloves soft and white
We dug him in the dirt when he died
As the autumn air vied for our minds
And those birds above circled in tight
Weathered wings black as white
And a bystander sighed if we measure a life
At all, it must not be with time