They breathe the violet
Onto the flowers
Ride the tops
Of freight trains
Crossing the west
Yelling faintly
In the tunnels
American ghosts
The loneliness
Of choked creeks
And fallen hotels
They run endlessly
The green hedge mazes
Of steel titans
American ghosts
Look at us
Through the eyes
Of Washington Lincoln
Hamilton Jackson
Whisper old hymns
The names of racehorses
American ghosts
Ride the backs of bullets
They think this might
Deliver them
It does not
They must watch
New American ghosts
As they are made
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