text: So the fields are stubble, the gardens done
  Where the scary scarecrow stands
  Sees her holding up horizons with her hands
  Shes so tired of reading daddys lips
  That essay on a frown
  Watch her memories of human voices drown
  Let horsey bray break between the thunder boom
  Make grasses swish meet the crickets ring
  Let every sound consecrate our whispering
  The words that Betta never heard
  So the back lanes tie the city down
  A mess of dirty string
  Winter dies the same way every spring
  As the sky tries on its uniform
  Of turned off TV gray
  And the ways we watched her watch us walk away
  Let every rain clatter down at groaning streets
  Make footsteps tick, talk to echoed walls
  Let every sound consecrate our whispering
  The words that Betta never heard
  Let every wind howl and creak the creaking doors
  To rooms that too much has happened in
  Let every sound consecrate our whispering
  The words that Betta never heard