Resurrection Fern

In our days we will live
Like our ghosts will live
Pitching glass at the cornfield crows
And folding clothes
Like stubborn boys across the room
We'll keep everything
Grandpa's gun  the black bear claw
They took her doll
When sister Laurie says Amen
We won't hear anything
The ten-car train will take that word
A fledgling bird
And the falling house across the way
It'll keep everything
The baby's breath  our bravery wasted
And our shame
And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Both our tender bellies bound in baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its Resurrection Fern
In our day we will say
What our ghosts will say
We gave the world what it saw fit
But what'd we get
Like stubborn boys with big green eyes
We'll see everything
The tender shade  the autumn leaves
The buzzard's wing
We'll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and his Resurrection Fern