sunday: dark waterdraining north   the heat swells and bursts like plague   sunday: every-so-faint slow tambourine   glides onward toward the grave      who drew the line?   who drew the line between you and me?   who drew the line that everyone sees?      darling, lake pontchartrain is haunted:   bones without names   photographs framed in reeds   darling, what blood our veins was holding   the overpass frozen   fires ablaze at sea      who drew the line?   who drew the line that cuts to the skin, buries me in?   tell me who drew the line   darling, don't close your eyes      (lie as darnkness hardens   lie of our reunion   o lie if god is sleeping   o I believe you now)      darling, lake pontchartrain will cradle me   and all you left behind   listen: ever-so-faint slow motion tambourine   is marching back through time