Clambering through the high grass, tracks and treads
stickers and thorns making way for the rusted ladder
On the way to the top of its spindly tower
Graceless and gaunt, the both of us
But I’d forever out here look through these old half-shattered windows
Searching the rooms for bits and trinkets left behind
Something for memory’s sake
Before the longbarrels and bluesuits come
Before the wrong light finds us
Both of us, graceless and gaunt
Whoop and holler and dance back into the wood
Leaving the ruins like a great metal Goliath to return again another Sabbath
And remind ourselves how the west was won