Canadian Shield - Eamon McGrath

As a straight line heading north-west echoes nowhere

A few marks on THE DASHBOARD OF DISASTER

Some names glitter on the glitter, clouds caught in thin air

Go ahead, TRY LIVING HAPPY EVERY AFTER

The cold meets against the coast, steal Miller’s daughter

Raised against THE BACKHAND OF THE NORTH

Order up a round, I’ll have another

Oh, labor will have us anyway on all fours

There’s no man to dig a hole without forgiveness

Unless it’s near WHERE FORTUNE COMES TO CRY

Curl up beneath the stars and those resting on the bars

Come talk to me begging a ripple drowned and high

Can’t you see the darkness beside your sons?

The teeth are grinding up somewhere the dead grass

Chewing all the rusted hopefulness of options

A thousand times as wild as Roger’s path

There’s no man to dig a hole without forgiveness

Unless it’s near WHERE FORTUNE COMES TO CRY

Flags will rise against you, you’ll stay still on the surface

Maybe here’s a place where fortune comes to die

Here’s a place WHERE FORTUNE COMES TO DIE