Pontchartrain - Vienna Teng

Sunday:

Dark water draining north

The heat swells and bursts like plague

Sunday:

Ever-so-faint slow tambourine

Glides onward toward the grave

Who drew the line?

Who drew the line

Between you and me?

Who drew the line

That everyone sees?

Darling

Lake Pontchartrain is haunted:

Bones without names

Photographs framed in reeds

Darling

What blood our veins are holding

The overpass frozen

Fires ablaze at sea

Who drew the line?

Who drew the line

That cuts to the skin, buries me in?

Tell me, who drew the line

Darling don’t close your eyes

(Lie as darkness hardens

Lie of our reunion

O lie if God is sleeping

O I believe you now)

Darling

Lake Pontchartrain will cradle me

And all you left behind

Listen:

Ever-so-faint slow tambourine

Is marching back through time