They never made it home Sister and brother He's simply simpler than others As far as the story goes They never made it home Dragging through the cornfields Clasping wet hands In a stretch at the crossroads They never made it home Bright flashes Happy birthday Seeping gashes Ripped in the cornfield Grandpa made sandwiches Grandma made pie Uncle was absent Most of the night Dust, bleach, ephemera They walked for hours Clasped hand in hand Gurgling their tears Tangled laces They found his severed feet Of all the places By her baby blue shoes