Frontier Ruckus
Driving Home, Christmas Eve
The churchyard is frozenThe Salvation Army is closingYour child is dozing asleepIn the backseatThe radio purrsThe heater is sweeter than when your heart was hersGoing homeI can't get sleepBethlehem is a flock of sheepWith no shepherd to cling toAn angel to sing toMagi to bring you myrrhThe radio purrsA mansion of saviorsI-75 is a dark roadway linedWith the wild electricity of theAnimal behaviorsThe bodies of young deerThe fam'ly it leads toThe sacrifice needs to not marThe bright beacon starNo vacancy takenThe landscape is bone-chalk yet wet with vibrationsSongtexteFrom the lamp-lit gas stationsOur few constellationsTo course lapping anger ontoA manger of patienceI'll see you at morningThe sterile air comingFrom the yard will come white lightThe memory of last nightThe sickness and thickness of theChristmas glow swarming
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