Came to me on icebergs and bonded cell ties   and write up these letters to question your reasons    for coming and leaving to carry the summer   in allies and basements you washed yourself clean   My sockets are swimming, my sockets are empty   Came to me in paintings that highlight the sun   it branded the concept of living and lying   to forgive the layout and rewrite the history   a four sided story, a moundbuilders dream   The claim that wire had covered your heart   and the claim that water had entered your lungs   they called you a martyr, and they cut off your ties to the city   they called you a traitor, and they cut off your ties to the south