When the senators
have all gone home for the night
and the horses they rode
are asleep in the river
when the one that you came with
leaves with another
then sing to me Danny
about Jesus and temples
sing me a song
about rose-covered cowboys
make it so sweet
that it stays in my throat
put your head on my shoulder
lay your guns in the snow
there’s blood on the trees
and smoke on the water
look at me long
with your tortoise-shell eyes
and walk through my world
like a phantom pain healer
when the senators
have all gone to sleep in the river
and the horses they rode
have gone home for the night
wipe the snow from my eyes
and sing to me Danny
I’ll give you my leopards,
wherever you breathe.