I heard you say something to the effect,   good poetry, you'd never written   Perhaps you were being funny to say such a thing   What about the night in June   coming back from New York   the road, the shadows, the moon?   I say if you got a bird, then you gotta let it sing amory      Eleanore, in the haystack when the rain was soaking through   the devil in the alley where the buildings were white and the darkness was blue      Mr. Pharonbean, driving in the car   heading into town   either you stumbled upon things   or things just came to you   amory      You and your friends left Trenston for the beach without a penny to your name   the atlantic city hotel room where you took all the blame   Monsignor Darcy wrote you to find your cousin Claire Page   the way to Claire's you rode   you took after your ma, I'd say she'd a done the same   amory      How you believed but you struggled in the lord above   you survived a war, but you're lost and alone      Well may your hair always be auburn   may your eyes always be green   may you rise each time you fall   we're only dealt the hand, it don't come with a glove,   amory      oh, amory