Babies Falling

Where the workers stand in querulous rows awaiting dislocation
 I will be there too
 When you're cashing in your food stamps
 When you're sleeping in a cattle train
 I'll be with you
 Pushing up against the ticket counter window face against the glass
 Bleeding from the waist and kissing to be chaste
 It is said that those who will not rest have been cursed
 To tramp like soldiers through the marshes
 Or that blessed are the ones who leave the stage
 Like babies falling fast asleep
 So I twice am cursed and twice am stuck
 Affixed to this corner of the earth.
 That old river keeps on rolling but the old man doesn't see it,
 He just stands there with his eyes closed
 Asking "where'd you go?" "where'd you go?"
 So wherever you may sleep tonight,
 Be it bed or bedrock, home, or open field:
 When you begin to yield, then, whatever you have taken as your pillow,
 May it serve as mine as well.
 Underneath the weeping willow I will wait for you forever,
 My eyes forever closed, asking "where'd you go?" "where'd you go?"