The Lover

All night she walked and dreamed on the frozen road, She the insane one, feeling not thinking. All night she walked and wanted to Kill, Wanted to love and kill. What did she want? Nobody knew. None of us knew why she wanted To kill.

We were the heavy ones, heavy and sure. The wind in the cornfields moved us not. We the Americans, worthy and sure, Worthy and sure of ourselves.

Tom killed his brother on Wednesday night, Back of the corncrib, under the hill. Then she ran to him, sobbing and calling, She who had loved and could not kill.