Light's tooth edge cuts a ribbon of red in the flesh of the dawn. Cold earth cracks, ditches make beds. There was a war. Which side was I on?
In a few light years we'll come home.
Digging through mortar and dust of bricks, we found our mother buried in coal. We found our father buried in snow. They kissed our eyes, gave back our names, and told what was left to keep warm.
And in a few light years we'll come home.
You're the cold wind rushing through the holes in my eyes. You're the rifle and the rose in my bones. Limbs fly like flowers in a storm. In a few light years we'll turn the coal. In a few light years we'll come home.
from The Bethlehem Tapes,
released April 24, 2010
Written by Clara Engel
Clara Engel: voice, guitar
Taylor Galassi: cello