The Shoes
The sun was a long time rising
Like she knew one of us
Would die that day
And felt sorry for him but finally
She stepped out of her hoop skirt
And put her birds in the trees
Like an old woman putting away
Mugs not quite dry and then
Suddenly there was something strange
About one of us it wasn’t the man
I thought it would be
Probably it never is it was
The boy who’d taken his shoes off
The day before carrying them
By the tongues we all thought
He had blisters he didn’t though
His feet were fine he just wanted
To feel the road maybe or maybe
Feel like a saint or some shit
Well he got up like someone had
Told him he better and went off
Through the woods and now
We’ve got this pair of shoes here
No one wants to leave behind
Or carry but they’ve come all
This way with us and damn it
I’ll carry them if no one else will
And by the tongues too