on the black road

[fledgist]

we catch the crabs at night on the black road

just shovel them into the waiting bag

until the sweat pools and your spirits flag

 

above the stars signal in arcane code

while you wipe down with an old smelly rag

we catch the crabs at night on the black road

 

that leads us back to where the waters flowed

past all the places where we let hope sag

back into swamp where memories might nag

we catch the crabs at night on the black road