There, the foliage blended with her hair,
water laps against the flowers.
There, in the deepest depths of nowhere,
there is Willametta Road.
There, besieged by beautiful briars.
A hollow of disrepair.
Between unconscious and aware,
and no one knows where it goes.
They said to me, “I don’t know where it goes,
so defy not the Lord to follow your ghosts.
I glanced into Hell where the earth swallowed my soul.
And they whispered to me, “I don’t know where it goes.”
There, where once grew traffic lights,
where lies what's left of the sky.
When the world was on our side,
I left that girl all alone.
There, in the deepest depths of that place,
where the honeysuckles are fake,
there, at six, just after we wake,
they walked to Willametta Road.
They heard from there, no one comes home.
So defy not the Lord to follow your ghosts.
They heard the road was made all wrong.
And they whispered to me, “If you follow, you will fall.”
They said to me, “God makes no mistakes.”
You failed the Lord when you led her to this place.
Relinquished to Hell, as the earth swallowed my hope,
And they whispered to me, “I don’t know where it goes.”
Everything Katie Dill does is absolutely incredible. Her writing is phenomenal and her arrangements of folk tunes are some of the best I've heard. Haunting, experimental, and beautiful. Andrew Preston