Before the Fall

As arranged by word of mouth
You are waiting for me by the prison
Your right foot up on the wall.

There is a whole history of myself written,
I do not know it yet:
This is before the fall.

Genuinely, I have not read a word.
Have a little patience with me,
the time was not right before
although I know,
it was wrong for me to stare too long
up into the night with the stars, the moon.

You use the kind of ink that never dries.
I may never read a word.
I cannot deny it is a song tonight.

I have learned to leave the S in your name silent and think of a Camel.

As the bolts slam shut
I see your departing shadow cast
beyond the prison walls.

Your shoes grind the stones to dust,
You toss lists of a lot of things,
aside into a moderate breeze

They fly over the walls in sheets
Like birds wrestling the ghost of a gust
before the fall.