And now a road connects the cul-de-sac   To the adjacent development    But there used to be trees stretching back    And there was no way through       And I was thankful for the mystery    But by the time that girl had hanged herself    I could have looked out my back window    And watched her neck just snap      Baseball field lights that shine    Over the shedding pine    Each bulb's a blinding sphere   In the secular nation   Unhurried sirens moan   Pitches that glaze my eyes   She's just a pale fleshy typewriter-light advertisement for a wind chime that emits rays which resonate in the polluted sky       All entrances to the    Merritt blocked off I mean   I'd love to believe that death's   Just the beginning as the    Shutters fly open and the    Breeze gives me pause    I know what's out there    morning phone calls silence and resentment and craters a new moon built in a line