The Southern wind crawls heavy
Through willows knotted with grief,
Their limbs dragging the dirt like the dead,
Howling low like hell-hounds in the holler,
Under a swollen moon, bloated & bruised,
Calling your name like a curse whispered too long

Why did you leave us to rot here,
To wrestle with the sins buried deep,
The weight of guilt thicker than the summer heat?
We waste away, shadows of what we once were
Another lost soul rattling the chains of memory,
Drifting in the endless dark of this Southern night