Some Trees

And now a road connects the cul-de-sac
To the adjacent development 
But there used to be trees stretching back 
And there was no way through 

And I was thankful for the mystery 
But by the time that girl had hanged herself 
I could have looked out my back window 
And watched her neck just snap

Baseball field lights that shine 
Over the shedding pine 
Each bulb's a blinding sphere
In the secular nation
Unhurried sirens moan
Pitches that glaze my eyes
She's just a pale fleshy typewriter-light advertisement for a wind chime that emits rays which resonate in the polluted sky 

All entrances to the 
Merritt blocked off I mean
I'd love to believe that death's
Just the beginning as the 
Shutters fly open and the 
Breeze gives me pause 
I know what's out there 
morning phone calls silence and resentment and craters a new moon built in a line