in my family our hair turns iron grey in time as mine has now

Iron Grey

in my family our hair turns iron grey in time as mine has now

The housekeeper leaves bits of fruit for me
As ancestral demon or deity

Old Chrysler keys are always upside down
As mine are (my ignition in my hand)
I have enough gas to get out of town
But will not since I have no place to go
And do have a place where I have to stay

I wonder if the neighbors understand
That I live in death and that (yes) I know?

Where I live it is always yesterday
Here is a place of everlasting when
Which functions as a neverending where
And if you were not here from now to then
Look in and back and you might see it (there)

I seem to be the caretaker the host
The sacrifice maker become the ghost

I too at last have become iron grey
I went to Grandma's house and stayed until
It got too late to ever leave again
Born in the thunder left out in the rain
Came home here: always have (we always will)

The dead live here with their iron grey hair
Heavy in the heavily mortgaged air

+Steven Curtis Lance



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