there's a death lake high in the mountains
of up state new york
which i always mention
because new york is my state
it could be like japan
if any other place

there's no people there
just loons
and the loons
do a job of guarding souls

you can stop and look at this
through an avenue of tree trunks
they take your soul
when you hear them
at night fall into the lower lake

i'm yearning to describe
the air around that sound
the air and the sound are seperate