Bury Me Here

the Cathedral in Cologne looks like a spaceship
 like the hand of God falling from the sky
 a 1000 stone-carved saints hang like icicles
 but icicles don't take 1000 years to die
 and everyone who ever worked on this Cathedral
 or even spent a moment walking by
 everyone of us is swept away like breadcrumbs
 what comfort does it bring, soaring towers left behind
 there's a fiberglass castle in Wisconsin
 where kids race go-karts around a moat
 once we went up there in December
 when every waterslide and fudgeshoop was closed
 hoping to feel love under the icicles
 all we did was drink in an empty bar
 but stumbling drunk we crawled back to our motel room
 and I fell against you and felt your beating heart
 snow was slowly falling on the ice machine
 and the moon shone hazy through the pines
 but there were lounge chairs thrown into the empty pool
 and a dog chained to a tree barking at the sky