When I was a boy with barely a crack in my heart
I loved lightning and wild trees
There was no one to tell me different
Old love and new were the same
Grandmother, sister, first cat
I’d barely a crack in my heart
Those were the days of mending
Wounds healed like a second hand
And sunlight fell across the radio
Curtains swayed, postmen
Whistled tunes, sometimes
I drank rain from a can
Barely a crack, scarcely a heart
A boy’s small accounting
And the cat leaving him
The skeleton of a fish
Planet of the Blind 