what when yer shaking
finding all your heroes
are fallen
and your spirit still
lives in a deer walking
through the river
in a sea of land
with a bleakening sun
where all there is to
do is sink or swim
lay down on the rail road
tracks or out run the train
if someone you love
if it seems there is no
home for you anywhere
the souls of everyone are
in heaven
we are in heaven
we are in dream
space equals dream
and who am I
to think my soul is
big enough to stretch
across the continent
a wing on each shore
and god is a deer
with fresh antlers
at the top of
Steptoe butte
looking at me