It is rain it is age it is poison

Supplication to family honor

Little children with keys to the temple

Red lights and silver dimes

It's waiting for a sun that punishes but seldom shines

Living and dying in the shadow of Evangeline

She is young like her mother before her

Put-up tired at the end of her labors

True-believing and ever-desiring

Quiz shows and checkout lines

In porchlight halo ringed about by moss and hanging vines

She casts the never changing shadow of evangeline

In the bang and the crash of the factory

In a hot cutting season of metal

On the floor of an ocean of contracts

Skin drums and shrunken heads

Strange dancers long undone go stamping in between the lines

Old gods incarnate in the shadow of Evangeline