A night I remember well so well
blizzard road and a cherry red motor
ditches surrounded us and I but a child
no one near on a full moon path
we were lost and never stopped.
You died soon after, dark dirt mouth
white bearded cemetery swallowed you
something swallowed us five poor white
kids with hollowed sockets of brown
we crept into our beds that night your bed
empty yet breathing not life our life
turned on a dime in a forty eight chevy.
I watch as cars pass in gray November fog
wondering if tomorrow
for three white kids left.