Herons

you can see the herons
fly across the lake
you can hear those lonesome
wretched sounds they make
I have seen my own soul
reflected on the water
I have seen the sky turn black
and a storm is coming, a storm is
coming on
and I say to myself
I have always been a good man
never hurt
anyone
but I can be cruel, I can be cruel
just push me now and see what I can
do
there’s a distance my legs will never
cross
between the sacred and the obscene