Such a boy, always smarter than me, he fell down like a stone and retired to the sea.    He had a vision that he was miles from home.   He had the sun kill the moon   so he could die alone.      Say the right thing; dig into your purse for your medicine.    I had no way to know that you were sick like that,    stabbed in the back with a twisted wing.      Point your gun towards the ground, heavy as a heart sinking down.   Turn your secrets into sound, heavy as a heard sinking down.