From bark a mouth
From bark the side of a birch
From bark the roots of hair
Draw their fire
From tar a tree
From tar the reasons and consequences
From tar the thoughts
Those covered in tar will comprehend
If not liquor and tar and tomb will
Help slice the darkness
Ember will wane, ash will darken
Cold will find home
As chill does the earth
As ash does the condensed
So will the woods answer
as it is ploughed
In vain will the snag fall alone
and decompose in loneliness
So will the woods answer
as pot and the kettle
We chasten each other
and forget to poke the fire
If not liquor and tar and tomb will
Help slice the darkness
Ember will wane, ash will darken
Cold will find home
As chill does the earth
As ash does the condensed
Liquor! Tar! Tomb!
Liquor and tar and tomb!
Tomb! Tomb! Tomb!